Fall in Love - Instrumental Mix
One, two
One, two
Fall in love
Things you do
Don't sell yourself to fall in love
Things you do
One, two
Lady's lovin my music is like some sex shit
Niggas tryin' to grip up my mic like, it's a dick
Run around the corner to pick up the new shit
Toss this in the deck so niggas can catch wreck
I'm the motherfucker grippin' the mic like, it's a joke
Niggas fall in love with the music like, its a ho'
Put down your mic, you lost your whole goal
You take it too seriously like it's a gamble
Fuck this rap shit, I listen to classical
In the studio loop as usual lovin' my lyrical
Fuck bitches that you would know
I'm out of this 'cause you wanna be below
Y'all niggas in love with the S, y'all niggas in love with S
To fall in love
Things you do
Don't sell yourself to fall in love
Things you do
Yeah, Jay-Dee man, I see sometimes
I sit and wonder when I think about these written rhyme
How'd I get to the point, constantly takin' all my time
Time I could of been spending gettin' cash, gettin' mine
Hopin' one day it comes around
One day when I'm the nigga gettin' money
Gettin' cash, gettin' signed
Gettin' the fuck out the ghetto, 'cause I'm tired of crime
But it's a crime that I feel this fuckin' waste of time
But sometimes I feel like this shit here is a waste of time
Yours and mine, to these niggas out here tryin' to rhyme
Your reason for a better should of been genuine
I do it because it gives me a sort of peace of mind
And for the love
Don't sell yourself to fall in love
Things you do
Yo, one, two
Don't sell yourself to fall in love
With those things you do
Word up, word up
To fall in love
Ah, one, two, yeah
SV, word up, word up
Aaie, that's right
Uh, uh, uh and to my nigga, Jay-Dee, uh
Uh, my nigga T-3 uh, oh
That nigga Batian, uh, uh, that's my crew
Yo, uh, oh, this going out to my nigga Bust
And all my other motherfucka
What up to all you tryin' to bust us
Tryin' to get down with us
'Cause we know you just mad as hell
Yo, I'll give 'em the mic, eh
So, niggas didn't know that I am T-3 on the mic
I do what, I do what I like, to get down right tonight
'Cause, 'cause I get down tonight, yo
Niggas try and put up a fight, wit us, yo
A'right, a'right, a'right, some freestyle shit
One, two
Fall in love
Things you do
Don't sell yourself to fall in love
Things you do
One, two
Lady's lovin my music is like some sex shit
Niggas tryin' to grip up my mic like, it's a dick
Run around the corner to pick up the new shit
Toss this in the deck so niggas can catch wreck
I'm the motherfucker grippin' the mic like, it's a joke
Niggas fall in love with the music like, its a ho'
Put down your mic, you lost your whole goal
You take it too seriously like it's a gamble
Fuck this rap shit, I listen to classical
In the studio loop as usual lovin' my lyrical
Fuck bitches that you would know
I'm out of this 'cause you wanna be below
Y'all niggas in love with the S, y'all niggas in love with S
To fall in love
Things you do
Don't sell yourself to fall in love
Things you do
Yeah, Jay-Dee man, I see sometimes
I sit and wonder when I think about these written rhyme
How'd I get to the point, constantly takin' all my time
Time I could of been spending gettin' cash, gettin' mine
Hopin' one day it comes around
One day when I'm the nigga gettin' money
Gettin' cash, gettin' signed
Gettin' the fuck out the ghetto, 'cause I'm tired of crime
But it's a crime that I feel this fuckin' waste of time
But sometimes I feel like this shit here is a waste of time
Yours and mine, to these niggas out here tryin' to rhyme
Your reason for a better should of been genuine
I do it because it gives me a sort of peace of mind
And for the love
Don't sell yourself to fall in love
Things you do
Yo, one, two
Don't sell yourself to fall in love
With those things you do
Word up, word up
To fall in love
Ah, one, two, yeah
SV, word up, word up
Aaie, that's right
Uh, uh, uh and to my nigga, Jay-Dee, uh
Uh, my nigga T-3 uh, oh
That nigga Batian, uh, uh, that's my crew
Yo, uh, oh, this going out to my nigga Bust
And all my other motherfucka
What up to all you tryin' to bust us
Tryin' to get down with us
'Cause we know you just mad as hell
Yo, I'll give 'em the mic, eh
So, niggas didn't know that I am T-3 on the mic
I do what, I do what I like, to get down right tonight
'Cause, 'cause I get down tonight, yo
Niggas try and put up a fight, wit us, yo
A'right, a'right, a'right, some freestyle shit
Credits
Writer(s): James Dewitt Yancey, Roger Kay Karshner, Chuck Mangione, R.l. Altman Iii, Titus Printice Glover
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