hefty pair! [CHORUS] Then I planned that my good friend would understand She doesn't need to know That someone's down low What was I supposed to do Sitting in my
bust, hear she a pro I ain't gotta ask, it goes straight down the throat I'm a hot boy, you know what I expect A hot girl with good sex and good neck
: Wassup man Look, this for my people You heard me my dog Man I miss my dog My dog know I miss him to But I feel it man I feel them all in my heart I
: I back the fuck out the bitch quick cause these hoes ain't shit they good for open mix shit i put they mind on my dick gotta put my ???, keep my hoes
one to loose My pistol my only friend Cause busters try to bring the blues Leavin brains with no clues Spin the ben in black clothes They tryin' ta' take my only life Leave my
shots to set it off for bustas tryin to carjack me Sunday only 'gon wash my tone up wit my girl sippin wine home All week I gotta get my shine on [Chorus
out of Mike's about nine Headed Uptown to the studio - everything's fine Reached the studio about ten Bumped into a good friend - that's what I thought then But to my
my pillow cinda feel like my c-men I fysical pressence of a female the form of a demon that's why i fuck em and leave em get my note while im leaving
you You want me beg and stay by my side You want me to chase you, you want me to lace you You want me to just swallow my pride You want too much from
suspicious I decieve give me grief without belief but to me If you really trust me then it's pitiful Question me about my whereabouts that's so trivial Let me live my
games I let my buckshots rang when I pull tha trigga on my gauge i'm on tha rampage makin' runs for tha devil ain't nothin' on my mind will get me in
's be friends (where my niggaz at, where my bitches at?) (Where my niggaz at?) Friends.. (where my niggaz at, where my bitches at?) (Where my people at
famous motherfucker I'm talkin about Newsweek and Time Magazine and all that ol good shit My niggas make the papers baby My niggas make the front page
m saying that's coming from my nigga Wiz (who else?) That's coming from Blitz (uh-huh) you know what I'm saying, my nigga Jungle (uh) Faul Monday, Germ
Forty cal. under my pillow, condom feelin' my semen The physical presence of a femaleS, THE form of a demon That's why, I fuck 'em and leave 'em Get my
