Is this too good to be true
Will I always be afraid of losing you
I've seen love slip through fingers like sand
So before I put my heart in your hands
Put your hand on your heart
Make a promise to love from the start (love from the start)
It will be you and me, never to part
Just put your hand on your heart
Ahh
If you're as good as your word (as good as your word)
Darling there are still s few I haven't heard (haven't heard)
I just wanna know what you've got planned
So before I put my heart in your hand
Put your hand on your heart
Make a promise to love from the start (love from the start)
It will be you and me, never to part
Just put your hand on your heart
Do you vow, do you swear
Do you promise you'll always be there (always be there)
Baby please, understand
Before I put my heart in your hand
Put your hand on your heart
Make a promise to love from the start
It will be you and me, never to part, oh, yeah
Just put your hand on your heart
Put your hand on your heart
Make a promise to love from the start (love from the start, oh yeah)
It will be you and me, never to part (never to part)
Just put your hand on your heart
Put your hand on your heart (put your hand on your heart)
Make a promise to love, baby
Put your hand on your heart (ooh, baby)
Make a promise to love (your heart)
Put your hand on your heart
Make a promise to love (make a promise to love me baby)
Put your hand on your heart (put your hand on your heart)
Make a promise to love[Big Moe]
Son of a bitches got my name in they mouth
I knock they woman down and leave my drawers at they house
[Z-Ro]
Better not run up on Big Moe, leave that boy alone
[Big Moe]
Stankin and swinging on niggas like I was Roy Jones
Motorola, benjamin folder, slab holder
Crushing these motherfuckers bout the size of a polar
Bear, I swear, you better beware
I'ma let it go leaving bout spots in your hair
Life is hard but it's fare ain't nothing for free
Get off my balls you niggas ain't taking nothing from me
Cause I done mashed, for my cash
And if I got to go now I get down and mash
I'm still gangsta man, you better feel that, ain't nobody
Wrecking the shop where nigga kill at get your wig peeled back
M, my inventions, stay out of mine
Have you limping, to a crawl you out of time
[Chorus: Z-Ro]
H-Town streets it be too hot, get your glock
It don't stop, unless you want to cop a burial plot
D-Town streets shermed out soldiers on the block
It don't stop, and it be quick to give your pistol a cock
Little Rock streets it be too hot, get your glock
It don't stop, unless you want to cop a burial plot
Louisana streets shermed out soldiers on the block
It don't stop, and it be quick to give your pistol a cock
[Z-Ro]
I'm a Mo City soldier and I'ma be quick to give my pistol a cock
When I be dumping on son of a bitches bout a regular lot
Don't come around here with no plex, fuck around
And pull out the jaws of life and snatch your dome smooth off your neck
To my people when I call collect my fond money under my bed
And I'ma jump on when I touch down and keep bringing it to they head
Hell naw I ain't never been scared, a bit of thing inside myself
Cause I might accidentally bust me out these guns on myself
Being the king of the Killa Klan and Disco Dan and from the Tre
May a slug hit you spit your fuck miss and your uh reefer done J
Blue and gra