of me, whoa He would be real surprised To find that I'm the new apple of your eye What kind of friend am I? To take advantage of - my best friend's trust
might spill Cause this dumbass nigga paid forty dollars to come in and ice grill I'm in the back higher than a light bill Ya chick grindin' on the kid high
: Little inner city Willie much like myself Was aspiring to touch the higher reaches of wealth Self propelled by the propaganda of the MC's Glamour
me, 'Cos once you are in, you'll never get out from Sin City, Sin City. Good morning, Blue Rider, and how was your night? Did you get the best deal from
I think you know just where I'm comin from They call me green thumb, if you need some I excercise my freedom and bring you the best weed son See son,
let's make it hot hot All you ladies leave your man at home The club is full of ballas and their pockets full grown And all you fellas leave your girl with her friends
ATF [Singing:] Closer to my dreams (Miss Andreena Mill) I'm gettin' higher Yeah (Yeah man) I feel it in my sleep (Sing it to 'em baby) I said I'm gettin' higher
: A thug changes, and love changes and best friends become strangers A thug changes, and love changes (yo, uh) Can it be, that i stayed away for
city says... Come hell or high water Well I'm feeling hot and wet I can't commit to a thing Be it heart or hospital Best friends Ex-friends till the
high-rollin' Everything you have is your's and not stolen A girl runs up with somethin to prove So don't just stand there, bust a move (break down) Your best
locked up,I'm just a punk low rankster Jail cells know me too damn well Seems like I've built on earth my own personal hell No matter how high I climbed
Deck] In the bright lights, the big city The thieves stay crawlin' at night, with eyes shifty In the bright lights, the big city The fiends come sortin
The S-T-R, double E-T, own a Desert E Keep it closely, I feed off envy and foul energy Your best friend's your worst enemy Thug therapy until they bury
Lipo Mister (Mister) Dis Syco Is Sicker Dat At Crackin Ya Pen You Got A Rat As A Friend Like Michael On Thriller (Stupid). This Aint Nothin To Me, A Scrapper At His Best
one she was the warm air She was the talk a best friend gave to me Four lazy nights in new york city High above eight-first street And all my friends
for the full annihilation {Uhh.} [Uhhhhh, oh yeah] {When you think you got a shorty but she's sleepin' with your best friend, yeah, yeah, yeah} [So
I breeze I make the girl know Girl is skinny now and shaking her breasts Don't be a loudmouth make your bread Diamonds is a girl's best friend Diamonds
fire it up and things And everybody get back while I strike a match" Her eyes got bigger and her face turned black The flames got bigger, then higher, higher
