we don't go within then we may go without Elation left to follow the silhouette of secrets Protruding evening, perhaps searching for A new world before
t go within then we may go without Elation left to follow the silhouette of secrets. Protruding evening, perhaps searching for A new world before, before
it's a difference, a lot of niggaz pop shit But a lot of niggaz don't make hits But it's like this whole Bad Boy shit we come to bring it to y'all niggaz
lie shalo and hits will rise up rise up rise up rise up rise up carr my team stand tall till the end none of them can do how we do with a pen in a sound
yall bitch I'm The Trill-O G So I Aint Trippin On 'Em We Automatic Mayne And we Aint Scared Of Grippin On 'Em We Got Our Own Bricks You Cant Hit Your
that she was brought up An' I know that you were smilin' when you seen the car I bought her An' you sent tears from Heaven when you seen my car get balled
t like pricks I'm like a hammer that you hold on your hand, I make hits At the white boy club, wylin' buyin' the bar They like hey now, you're an all
pricks I'm like a hammer that you hold on your hand, I make hits At the white boy club while I'm buyin' the bar They like, "Hey now, you're an all star
it's a difference a lot of niggaz pop shit But a lot of niggaz don't make hits But it's like this whole Bad Boy shit we come to bring it to y'all
shit about the city with my nuts in your wife's mouth And keep stringing on your banjo 'cause we don't like that shit we're we come from, bro Now the
tell me what's wrong with glass pots and a scale Pose fo' them bitches like the Double XL [Verse 2 - Wille the Kid] Homie we ball till we fall Magic
, dirty, dirty, dirty south (This is the way we ball) And we ridin' blades, Jags and Escalades We third coast boys but we always gettin' paid (This is the way we ball) And we
Then I free styled for him 'cause this could be my only chance Me an' my partner Jason, we started doin' mix tapes We both smiled 'cause we knew this
my gat start sprayin' We gots to peel your fuckin cap, geah We come strapped Night time hits the fuckin streets Loadin up the clips and we ready to
hoopa attack a beat like a cougar, rouga(?) who that dude that wanna come and talk shit i'm so fly, high up in my cock pit the tapes comin' boy wait
we stroll, they neva know we're guilty, guilt, so let's make our doe, foe sho' This Mo Thug Family (this Mo Thug Family) (repeat) Scriptures, we keep
