Day after day alone in my room I ask myself why, why can't I get through to you I feel like you're overreacting It's like we're going through the same
The moment that i met you girl i knew this heart could only be for you and i don't know if i'm ever gonna be any more to you than a friend that you can
The moment that I met you girl I knew This heart could only be for you And I don't know if I'm ever gonna be any more to you Than a friend that you
Know what you fucking get? Molotov cocktail, thats what you fucking get
See you on the Other Side...Keep it rolling my friend...Plenty of tape...
Draw lines in the sand with your bare hands I cant stand how you react, your mind's off track Recite these lines that try to find the kind of wine
the one of love, hey Still love the way he talk, still love the way I sing Still love the way he rock them black diamonds in that chain Still all up on each other
got no plans on leaving till I get even Salt and pepper, nigga I'm seasoned for any reason The day you want something with Juve, come on and see him My
the streets(uh huh) you already know how it is (you already know I ain't gotta tell you) you gotta stay on top of it, you gotta stay on the grind you
1: B.G.] I been on the road movin coke and slangin raps traveling putting Chopper City on the map I know I?m a get it with other niggas I?m the underdawg
you to hold your car keys in one hand I don't care which hand and hold your bottle up in the other hand We rolling nigga, I'm rolling like this here, Come on
off safety knockin niggaz off their feet I go by the name the B.G., I ride on chrome in the 98 Lex E-S-3 I bust a nigga dome for Baby, known as B-3, and
that's All On U Got my finger on the trigga, what'cha gone do? What'cha gone do? Nigga that's All On U Got my finger on the trigga, what'cha gone do? Uptown on
time to hanlde up (Chorus)x2 (Verse 3) All these.. jive niggaz wan rep on me Knowin they ain't bout to step cross Martin Luther King All these other
U.P.T. 1,2,3 that truth to the game rest in peace Chorus So much death up on the city streets Untill we meet my soldiers rest in peace Verse 3 Pay
Cash Money on Befo' Uptown thang, It was sacks and baron I'ma speak the truth, I'ma tell no lie I was on the scene, Yella snuck Baby in the eye I was on
market's on the boil We're down a couple quarts of oil The President's reacting Like an old near-sighted mohel I'll see you on the other side As our
out of 7A3 Props on Cypress Hill and the House of P And though I never met him, and Flint is not my home Shout out goes to the brother with the Breedy on
