gonna do it my way I'm gonna get up and go (go) I'm gonna get up and go I'm gonna get up and go (go) I'm gonna get up and go Gino's got a hell of a
hesitate no more, no more It cannot wait, I'm yours Well open up your mind and see like me Open up your plans and damn, you're free Look into your heart and
wasnt enough your last answer just blew it! and so mi dear so short and stout ull never be in so were kickin u out! with ur form and ur fate o, it isn
know She got a playa for life, and that's no bullshitin I know we grew apart, you probably don't remember I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her And
s when sun came up, there's only one way up hold ya head and stay up, to all my niggaz get ya pay and weight up If it's on then it's on, we break beat
dreams No jokers, no jacks, just kings and queens And we should leave the clubs alone and take trips to islands Give you all of my heart and flood your
You step any closer and get hit with a dose of The iller-fied pimping-ass gang to bang to And I ain't ashamed to, get wicked with slang to Niggas know
out your pregnant No money, no home And even though you all alone You'se got to do this on your own So baby go on I wish you luck And if you need
in case I never get to holla at my unborn child Many things learned in prison, blessed and still livin Tryin to earn every penny that I'm gettin, and
We world wide mob figgaz (all you niggaz is ??) [Verse One] What, what? Uhh, put them hands up Rich niggaz throw the grands up, and what? I got a plot to get
knockin on heaven's door And all my memories, of seein brothers bleed And everybody grieves, but still nobody sees Recollect your thoughts don't get caught up
back and forth over who signs who Curtis, pull your skirt up, nigga, you got murdered Now take it like a man and shake it off. Damn And quit tellin all
grow and grow and grow and get dough and roll and ride ni**az die and mommas cry ni**az got alibis and suicides and homicides and three strikes and yo' life and
this rap shit Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high Rest in piece to Biggie Smalls Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
cent):] Everytime I come around they like "Oh No" I get to trippin; slap the clip up in my 44 Shit I been thru in my hood made my heart cold I get to
could unite And go get a room down at the 8 And like at the one twin at the fate Girl I wanna stomp and shake up the cat And make the head board go rat
they hood up But 9 out of 10 of us ain't got good luck You gon' ride on a man and catch 25 Or get hit and get sent to the other side You lose both sides
cau it betta when yuh slam If yuh man a try fi satify yuh and him caan Holla at di Doc and I will give yuh wah yuh waan Send on di nieces and di sistas and
