beat it up wit pleasure hun I take you where you never gone (Fergie - take me where I never gone) to places that are pleasureful sensations that are immeasurable I fit you in my schedule get down
scam but I handle my business Tryin' to be the man if the Lord be my witness Do my tennis with the walk sign for my physical fitness 16's sicker than
[Chorus] Go hard or go home [x16] [Verse 1] As I get comfy on the track Rather f-k wit raw wouldn't comfy wit the crack Yea, never clumsy wit the pack
[Chorus] Go hard or go home [x16] [Verse 1] As I get comfy on the track Rather fuck wit raw wouldn't comfy wit the crack Yea, never clumsy wit the pack
strap, Got the door With a blunt in my mouth Say I?m bout to put the smack down You know ill put the smack down And put the smack down She Park in the
one And swallows it down with his tears On the 8th of November, the angels were cryin' As they carried his brothers away With the fire rainin' down
? "Ink got popped, he's dead as a doorknob" You bullshittin' "I ain't fuckin' around The posse's rollin' tonight, nigga are you down?" I grabbed my AK, my 16
roof with the proof And one went out White boy wanna know what it's all about Back in St. Louis Down with King James so everybody knew us Who that wanna
is buy yourself a new dress Take some pictures, put you in the LA Express Teach you how to walk in some high heeled shoes "Are you my pimp?" Or farther down
cuz it's been so long If i had something on you I woulda did it by now Oh on the contrary, Mary Poppins, I'm mixing our studio session Down and sending
(Hook) I'm so mothafuccin turned up right now (volume) Someone please turn Gucci mane down (volume) 6riccsquad thuGGed out we don't give a fucc (volume
Close your weary eyes and drift away, It's alright Close your weary eyes and drift away, It's alright {{Napolean}} When I got the news, my heart dropped down
First floor, room 16 Smells like danger, even better Set your goals, bless our souls I'm in trouble but it feels like heaven, hey You were like one of
I saw him on a Friday outside some run down saloon he was cryin over someone that he felt left much too soon I said, hey boy don't you cry tonight
since I've spoken to you (you ain't keep in touch) Don't know why it came to this no (but enough is enough) No more walkin' round with my head down I
four forty four I hate to tell you, son That train don't stop here anymore" Train, train, rolling down, down the line Train, train, rolling down the
and they begin to runnin' On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico (One-two-three, with a-one-two-three) We looked down a river (Hut-two) And
be doin' it right Comin' down in a cold ass fashion And the people don't breathe Comin' down in a cold ass fashion Steppin' in the beefsteak Comin' down