to listen / to what you have to say / find another victim / and get away from me / what you say / what you do / i don?t care / i hate you / i don?t
you can impress a nigga from uptown Bitch stop stuntin, won't ya break a nigga off Bitch stop stuntin, gon take it all off Bitch stop stuntin, let me
Man I miss you with a passion dog But I know where you at You know what I'm sayin, that you holding down And I know you got a place for me And I know you
half dead as it is [B.G.] T-shirts wit pictures representin dead peers 9 millimeters, glock, pump Ride guns, all that start funk [Mannie Fresh] Look out you bitch, you
shoot Put some holes in your Fila suit You probably hurl when you see my coupe I play the hood all the time cause I don't give a fuck You can shoot me
he a'int beggin for it, and you can love it you can hate it but you can't ignore it you can't be that ignorant but you can try to sell him short, but
out here reppin' they hood You don't even wear ya new shit Cause you ain't ready to brawl man I bump you, and you ain't even do shit You can smell the
Castro's invading! But wilbur, you're timeless to me Hairdos are higher Mine feels like barbed wire But you say i'm chic as can be! You're like a rare
you came here on your own you'd be dead Its only cos you follow what the others do Its no excuse to say your easily lead You can choose anything You
hope in his promise so Keep the Faith [Verse 2:] Now I know you wondering how this affects us today man But you need the background to be effective today man Do you
And told all my partners I'm a live for infinity I changed my allegiance with more than a pledge And told all my boys stop mourning the dead (me) I'll
you a little strange You gain more foes as your lifestyle change' They want what you got, that's the dollars that you clock To you it's petty but to
dead in ya Feet first, you got a nice gat but my heat's worse From a Thug to preachin church, I gave you love now you eatin dirt Needin work, and I ain
cause they know they dead wrong When the shots ring out you know we're coming through (Know we're coming through) Talk a lot with your mouth, well what you gon' do? (So what you
niggas head's blown, cause they know they dead wrong When the shots ring out you know we're coming through (Know we're coming through) Talk a lot with your mouth, well what you gon' do? (So what you
made my balls fatter, eat a dick BEYOTCH! Mercy, never that, you say you comin back? Bring it on, fo' whoever strapped Introduce you to the pleasure and the pain, you
I touch you touch For every step I take you take For every breath I breather you breathe Every dollar I make you make I told you we'd make it to the sunshine
't have my ID I said, "Excuse me, why you tryin to rob me?" He had tha nerve to, say that I had a curfew (Do you know what time it is? Get out the fucking
