ya, little brother I thank God for you every day Little brother, I love ya, little brother And I pray He'll never take you away Brother, I love ya, little
When I'm with you I only feel completeness I can taste love on my lips It's so hard to conceal The weakness caused by your fingertips If I told you just
I don't wanna be the one to turn and walk away I still feel u in my heart but I just can't stay I ain't nobody's fool, I know just what I'm worth I know
're gunna get it must be out ya fuckin' mind Now it was pure disrespect that you showed me Now suddenly a brother wanna know me Is it because I'm Ms. Dynamite
Long time I've been waitin' to get next to you Long time I've been anticipatin' the things that I wanna do Long time I've been feenin' just for one kiss
real love with someone else (Girl, you got to put him out) Change them locks and all that (Girl, you got to put him out) And this time don't take him back Your little
In my heart the sharpest pain, the darkest clouds up in my brain, anger So immense and rage so deep, each time he took one away from me It's only now
bouncin' in da video and I come to rock the show I'm just Ms. Dy-na-mi-tee Everybody loose control, let my vibe touch your soul Dynamite Dynamite I
So many girls I know Don't wanna let me go That is the reason why Me and you just flow It's like you make me glow Soon as I see you, child Yes, you drive
Every day I wake I feel like crying, Every second I feel like praying, Every where I turn my prople dying, Brothers and sisters now listen what I'm saying
[verse one (ms dynamite):] He doesn't want me around, He's got something to hide. I think he wants a clown, Someone to take for a ride. What I keep tellin
At first glance it's like cupid hit Mesmerised by her thighs and her hips So, she went ahead and find a man wit' some chips And left school when she cop
little deeper? Can you get a little deeper? Ooh, get a little deeper Get a little deeper Can you get a little deeper? Get a little deeper Get a little
'Cuz when a woman's fed up Well, well, well Must of thought that we'd always be together Most of thought I'd be here no matter the whether Must of thought
how my press could pick man's doe Get the keys to his ride and his home But I mix it up and that would make me a hoe Little sisters, now I really gotta
Life's full of pain, life's full of stress Specially when you're comin' from the streets Inhale my vibe, like ya smoking sess Let it flow from your head
little bobby's on the front porch sitting alone, he's got nobody takes a drink from his water glass and cries to himself, he's so lonely doesn't really
them pretty well They'd found something to sell But Sonny tell me when you were young you had to fight Became the champion And you were walkin' dynamite
