You're just too good to be true, can't take my eyes off of you You'd be like heaven to touch, oh, I wanna hold you so much At long last love has arrived
You're just too good to be true can't take my eyes off of you you'd be like heaven to touch oh, I want to hold you so much At long last love has arrived
: You're just too good to be true can't take my eyes off of you you'd be like heaven to touch oh, I want to hold you so much At long last love has arrived
Prem' and them My gang with big truck, wifey's we beamin' them Let's Esco, that tag team from Queens again This is Shakedown, here go the breakdown The big boys
got a man who takes care of her better than I do Alright Well there's machine and fire, waitin' for us on the edge of town* And there's some boys for
Our town is full of gangs and rats, the filthiest place I have been Drugs in the bodega stores, they deliver don't have to tip Eight year olds running in gangs
it's all-out war Light the lamp, throw a hit Black and gold never quit The barn is full, our team's in town So put 'em up boys, knock 'em out (knock
What the fuck good does that do me now But somehow I know you're near me in presence Or I went and drop some presents off to ease it to them Two little beautiful boys
could find me fucked up like the mice in cheese Life's a B, Bentley and big bills Bottles, biscuits, bitches, blunts, bad boys bodying pit bulls Karate
my deal I ain't act like I was all that Put up start-up money so my niggaz can eat Supply the hustlers with more crack Sent niggaz outta town with pounds
all that shit We love gangbangers and we hope they love us back We just some wicked clowns and it's been like that I don't understand why some people in town
in the house You don't think so, I'll put a brick in your mouth Can't nobody flex on a nutty clown I got boys down river straight hick town Well, ya
town If I'm a gang I'ma be the best around Tragety someone catch the beein me It wasn't me the fools got the jewlery Out of town let me remind you That
holding all this cash (ok) Boys in blue who put greed before the badge (ok) The first pusher who ever made the stash (ok) The Roc Boys in the building
You know Detroit City [Obie Trice & Eminem:] There they go Those D-Town boys, carry the calico Whenever there's war, you gots to know Them boys got toys
up on them hoes Lean in my cup, kush in my blunt If you reppin' skinny niggas Gon throw it up (SKINNY NIGGAS) Westside squad, getcho ass robbed Money gang boys
