anybody by the right would see us songs were long and polution strong, and the faygo always warm and flat (thats nasty) but if now if this supposed to be heaven for
Uptown nigga for life! (2X) [1st Verse-Tec-9] Nigga it's judgment day, can you face these 3 niggas actin' reckless Jack ya for your necklace, the rhyme
joint You just got to get the amps from Boogie get the fan from Rock And then call up Bishgebibble, Jims and Pats And tell them we need cheese steaks for
you think I bought all these lions and apes for Shotgun pele timey, dumping your face boy Baby, it's a jungle, I got animal taste for Real estate cards
to shot, right through 2 and 6 Rufus kicks, uqick, that's what I'm tellin' my man They just want me on the crucifix, I held in my hand Fell for the plan
asked about her daughter [Hook] [Verse 4] She told me that there was a note for me, that was left behind She had left it there waiting, for such a long
I asked about her daughter [Hook] [Verse 4] She told me that there was a note for me, that was left behind She had left it there waiting, for such a long
this crew) Chorus (4x): Nigga, live by yo rep cause we ain't takin shit When I blast on yo ass, I'm gon empty this clip (Round live by you rep cause
.I.P. Ballers sport rims, like they stars of films My moneys too unfadable for them too tight crews And tear da roof off this bitch with this Tight 2
wit da 2 biggest rap G'z Cam'ron where you at? (Cam'ron) I'm right behind you you know how I do? (Charli) right but uh MO'HAGONY IS FOR DA LADIES c'mon
lust for cheddar, you owe me Leave holes in your vest that'll open your chest like a sunken treasure I'm somethin' like a phenomenon Droppin' bombs for
wimbelton For who Sean Price, no relation to Vincent Probably, seen my face up in the 73rd precinct or IndieSent Exposure in possession, the verbal weapons cause crews
our lives and ourselves And its all down to you, so thank you for your help I know you still up there probably DJing for god Keeping a lookout for the
the schoolyard clucka Doin? that crack with all the money ya got On ya hands and knees, searching for a piece of rock Jonzing for a hit, now ya lookin? for
war's on for real, run grab ya shield Yo meth, take the steel and let these cats know the deal [method man] Style blazin, iron lung on this collaboration Money for
that I pose for a sleeveless I see my momma only supervised when she cry She said my baby brother's comin he ain't far behind Somebody tell me how I ended
yay mislearning the game i send a prayer for the pain Chorus As i stand here ooooooo watching the world go round how it always keeps me down is it supposed 2
[Rasheed] Ma, I'm sorry for the things I did And god, thanks for all the times you let me live I should of been dead a long time ago Should of been me
