I wanna be all you wanted I wanna be your only Pray, i'm gonna need it every night and day You know it hurts to be away And remember, my heart is always in your hands And
[Hook x4] From LA to NY, ATL and back it ain't nothin nice To all my niggaz and my bitches throw your motherfuckin hands in the air And keep 'em there
mainly hypnotize I'ma take over the charts and maneuver through the eyes Visually on stage, the Peas, we multiply While equalling the sums of only one
was no one's fool, he owned the town's only diamond mine, He made his usual entrance lookin' so dandy and so fine. With his bodyguards and silver cane
talk) Sometimes I think that you're the only reason The sun still shines (when it shines) And when this wicked world starts bringing me down I know that I'm one
at one point Wanna come join? Pick up a glock and just point Now everybody's killin' everybody and everybody's bloody And I'm just laughin' like it's
I used to want the richest niggas Keep five on deck to see who get the quickest figures Cause I only want the pick of the litter for this one And now
for us, there's too much to relate We've done five gigs, yet we're only in our third state America's big, you'd love how they pile up your plate Only
it (five) We're causin' utter devastation When we're stepping to the place And better believe that you can see We're gonna rock and never stop And
O.G.'s to save everything (to save everything) They come by one more time, they gon' hop out They two deep, and one is a bitch, she gettin' knocked out
He carried rugers, thirty four shots I figure He only holla at the kid, when there's money involved They pack shotguns, hollow tips, dummies and all When me and
down, polly with the top five families Blocka-blocka, boom, now they all dead Now I'm the only one gettin' that bread, that's right And the only one
hell Them hollow tips make it hard to inhale, you not worthy Vest and a white tees, and throwback jerseys Julius Irvings, black suburban Twisted off one-five-one
only way to get north of the border is by catching a bus But the bastards only stop twice a week Roadhouse, got some yellow postcards of roast and peas And
the only way to get north of the border is by catching a bus But the bastards only stop twice a week Roadhouse, got some yellow postcards of roast and peas And
couple bands down and I'm tryna get back I gave doug a grip, I lost a flip for five stacks Yeah, I'm talking five comma six zeroes dot zero, bigger Back
