so easy Loving you could be so great Loving you could be so easy Loving you could be so great Maybe a change will keep me high Stop me thinking and wondering why
so easy Loving you could be so great Loving you would be so easy Loving you could be so great Maybe a change would keep me high Stop me thinking and wondering why
but it's the same ol' shit VL look out for me, nigga front me a brick That's why I'm still riding with the same ol' clip That's why I never left with
Ooh No) No (Ooh No) B.G. (D-Roc): I'm a gangsta, I like a nasty ass hoe When we make it happen, you know exactly how it go First nut I bust, hear she
dead Chest bust wide open Non-stop he blead Just the day before we talked about gettin sober In the blink of an eye My whodi life is over I know there's a good reason Why
t be safe carry 'em to they fuckin' drape You ask for one simple favor come with all my fuckin' cash Couldn't hunt two quarter front so I had to bust
it the jewels Is it the shoes Or do you want to see what a nigga gone do I know a nigga plottin' up ta jack me Or nab me Thats why when I ride on my lap
n you what's real, I'm a come like this Verse 1: Money making is my thing, Cause I'm try'n to be rich Try'n to put a way Mil (million) that's why I'
Picture I hang words with a nigga off the other side Can't underestimate him so I'ma grab my shit and ride Wayne drive do a pull up and I'ma bust Wicked
the paramedics media and crime lab Understand this is all he know and it's all he see Which is why they known to be a Juvenile just like me Would'ja see
'm gonna struggle till I make it sustle till I make it I know I'm gonna make it because I'm Tru to the game No fakin' niggas wonderin why they Can't
x) [Juvenile] Why is you sayin them words, bo janglin, why dont you show yo face Would you dust me or somthin, you must know you gonna catch a case I'm a straight head bust
: Verse 1 Every day I sit and wonder why I lost my daddy so young Just reminence think how me and him had so much fun Teach me man to man things bout
preach Baby Gangsta is my title Al Kapone is my idile To protect and serve I roll with my assault rifle Jack niggaz for nothin' less than a quarter key Take hits on buster
a struggle, you hustle to live large But you step or get stepped on, times is hard Shit get real, head get bust, blood spill It's bout havin thangs, that's why
