it stopped They're telling me That my heart won't beat again Won't beat again, it's killing me That my heart won't beat again Won't beat again, it's
it's on yeah Staright Mo Thug nigga return from the Claire Test this hustla betta not dare we talkin' about distributing llelo Little Layzie beat it
again I've come to learn whatever time I can find to spend Taking flight into whatever light we bend Out on the street I get a beat and then I turn it to ten Lace boots
other And I hope we be the same thang freaks We can get the mattress goin' Handlin' business while I bang bang skeet Wash the dick off and kick off another session again
build stages in my mind, and it's all an act All I'm tryin to do is keep my pockets fat With this pimp game, and these funky beats Now here's a little
just hit that beat any way I can Smooth high-stepping in the marching band I turned in my drum and I started to rap Now beats I make, make my bank so
And it won't be long 'til everybody knows That Milo's on the beat box, knowing that Milo's on the beat box Knowing that Milo's on the beat box, going
to go their again Get dressed and you better be flossy with ten" Hung up the phone and checked the mirror Sort of like ESP I could hear her Heart beating
poured a little brew in your IV Don't die, oh you tryin' to speak Fuck you, your punches are weak, eheh So bitch, you wanna talk shit again I jumped
Yo, fuck Octagon Don't ask me about that fuckin shit Fuckin ask me about that fuckin shit again I ain't doin that type of shit (I ain't doin that shit
La di da di da di da [verse one] Thug come up in a fresh white benz Baby mama talkin crazy cause I'm high again Flow like a motherfucker say it again
man in Brooklyn {just to watch him die} (F) Dropping Names (Take PCP) He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost He thrusts his fists against
' Keep them kilos flippin' Dayton's dipin' We can expand by a little land Hand the dope game down to the next man Buy a little business clean the money
my feet So I can scoot a boot To that two-four jukebox beat Yeah I'm heartbroke out of my mind Pardon me boys If I get a little out of line It's just
t get respect If you was a captain or a cadet Granddaddy, daddy, or uncle who's a Vietnam vet I'll battle you 50 deep Solo artist shocker dead beat Derelicts
won't swerve' In the winter rock Timberland boots, long furs Usually if I shot at you niggas, we had words Aim might be off a little, it's bad nerves
tremendous, I bend just A little bit more Than the average whore, Cause I'm focused, I rock Versace lamps and sofas. You didn't know I like crocodile boots
she never seen rocks, chain watch, rims blue Different color boots on, park Yukon You predicates ex-cons, rip arms, bettin' chips Puff medicine play my gangsta beats
