(feat. Eve)
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[Wyclef Jean:]
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This one goes for every girl holding they man down,
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And every man holding they girl down, yeah
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I'm on the new? I can't even see the needle no more
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My girl, she ride, let's go
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I got suicide love for ya, ain't a thing that I wouldn't do for ya,
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In the middle of the gun fight, girl
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The suicide doors would go up for ya
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Take a bullet by my side for ya
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Like the saviour took the dagger by his side for me, I would die for you, like he died for me
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You're my Bonnie, I'm your Cyde, let's ride
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The thought of you, girl, with another man is the thought of me killing you with a gun in my hand
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Call my physcotic if you want to,
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But if I can't have you, he can't too
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Cause cops will show up in the middle of the night, crimes and passion, we gon' be alright
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When she hear my voice, she let me climb her
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And now she tippin' me like I'm a male stripper
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Animal instinct must be the bookin zoo shot,
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Days in the background, sweeetest taboo
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Karmasutra love, practice our positions
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You would think we were that porn collection
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I got suicide love for ya, ain't a thing that I wouldn't do for ya
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In the middle of the gun fight, girl
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The suicide doors would go up for ya
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Take a bullet by my side for ya
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Like the saviour took the dagger by his side for me, I would die for you, like he died for me
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You're my Bonnie, I'm your Clyde, let's ride
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[Eve:]
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Can't even explain all the feelings for my king
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Compared to no other, all of them the same
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Listen to my heartbeat, swear you hear his name
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No, the sex ain't crazy good, it's insane
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I see them chicks with the lust in they eyes
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Try to get a taste, get bust in they eyes
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Still a ruff ryda, don't trust in them lies
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Yes, ride for my daddy til the day that I die
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Tattoed his name, and I'd do it again
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True symbol of the love be the pleasure of pain
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And I know this didn't happen by chance,
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Call me alabama, I'm your true romance
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I got suicide love for ya, ain't a thing that I wouldn't do for ya
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In the middle of the gun fight, boy
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The suicide doors would go up for ya
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Take a bullet by my side for ya
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[Wyclef Jean:]
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Like the saviour took the dagger by his side for me, I would die for you, like he died for me
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You're my Bonnie, I'm your Clyde, let's ride
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If you ever needed blood, I would cut myself
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Just to bring you enough blood to bring back your health
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And now you looking at my smiling in that hospital bed,
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Saying nigga, gotta be something wrong with your man's head
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But the fact is I'm in love with you
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And ain't a thing that I wouldn't do for you
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Yeah, yeah, imagine the man saying bitch to my queen-down goes your head, out goes the guilentine
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And I got no mercy, but when it comes to this love, I would go on a killing spree,
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Whatever it takes for you to be with me,
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She's like yourrrr so crazy
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I got suicide love for ya, ain't a thing that I wouldn't do for ya
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In the middle of the gun fight, girl
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The suicide doors would go up for ya
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Take a bullet by my side for ya
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Like the saviour took the dagger by his side for me, I would die for you, like he died for me
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You're my Bonnie, I'm your Clyde, let's ride
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Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride
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Suicide Love
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| Wyclef Jean |
