we knew each other mother No reason to wanna take our own lives By losin a son, losin a daughter, losin a child I'm battered by life, too rude to smile
everybody that was involved and put 'em under the map I run the streets like Jackee Joyner-Kersee plus I run rap I took a fall for 9 and a 1/2 months
it Walked out in Babe Ruth, ex-song, hammer-throw heads Brought by Je-sus with the grey goose Famous for The Book of Greed, long nose King Bentley, 9
your think, put valve up to twelve Put all the other LP's back on the shelf And smoke a blunt, and dial 9-1-7 1-6-0-4-9-3-11 And you can long dick hip
uh-huh, yeah Uhh, uh-huh, yeah It's all about the Benjamins baby Uhh, uh-huh, yeah It's all about the Benjamins baby Goodfellas, uhh Verse 1- (
Street 1, 2, Sigel comin' for you 3, 4, I'm 'bout to kick in your door 5, 6, man, I want those bricks 7, 8, you gon' give up dat weight 9, 10, I'll
count cheddar we trendsetters I'm a franchize niggga have a mil or betta [ JD] whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo [Verse 4: DA Brat] Check it out! 6 0 6 4 4 6 9 4
I do know how to have fun I comes from the hills, 1 in a mil 2 out of 3 ain?t bad, 4 a 5 dollar bill And a half a dozen thrills just see how it feels
that got some of my gente dreaming All in my flows, nobody knows where it all goes But it takes it til the end, final countdown 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
Rob] Well let me put it like this All this fools talkin' shit all the time I was 16 wit the bullet representin' the 6-1-9 But this fools couldn't take
big From center buck wild see you next week kid (bye bye) [Chorus] - 2X [Break x 4] Na na na na, marijuana Crack 40's to get by (Warrior)
, it's Phil ? live at Night Talk we're talkin' about musical genius R.A. The Rugged Man let's take some calls, find out what you guys think # 1 Caller
saint else wear Hotter then a devil, nigga hell yeah Rock a by baby, homacide baby Thats more tear drops call me cry baby what you talking bout, tell it to my 9
fucked up, nigga 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9 hit it one more time Follow my, ghetto commandments Follow my, ghetto commandments [Verse 1 - Snoop Dogg] The run
Say some punks around and some buckin' guns (BREATHE!) Spray guns might result in you bussin' some (BREATHE!) Verse 3: Get sprayed by the Tech 9 handgun
Block shit stay in the house when they set trippin' A hundred rounds hit niggas and wet women East side N9ne-double-o-five-N9ne Watts California I ain
higher power 1 by 1 and 2 by 2 I have ammo what about you [x2] [Verse 1] Grandma told me the good book said in the last days get ready for the ten plagues 1
sprite, squeeze it in it, twist a lemon, this one is the best one in it [Verse 1] I don't make this drink by the gallon I make it by the cup then