my friends and get them out of town Whoever did this was a fucking pro Smooth, smart, complex and composed I swear I think I've seen this very same M.O
get my friends and get them out of town Whoever did this was a fucking pro Smooth, smart, complex and composed I swear I think I've seen this very same M.O
round drummins Better get to runnin' - I'm killin' by the dozen Bitch, you're up - you get eternal bleedin' from the stomach I'm buckin', I'm bustin', I'm
O] Now nobody move (nobody get hurt) Nobody move (nobody get hurt) C'mon, nobody move (nobody get hurt) Tell me what you came to see? (Daddy-O doin work!) [Daddy-O
3:] I'm wonderin' when I'm gone if you'll miss me (miss me) or do you miss the Don Perion and the Cristy I'm fuckin' with you I'm feelin' your shape
makes me happy, when I am sad, You don't know how, how much I love it, please don't take my 2 Live away... [Clay D:] YO-O-O-O-O-O, LET'S GO! (HEYY!!)
bang We claim mob, M.O.B. if you be specific We control all cash from Atlantic-Pacific And get this, I'm hard to kill, when I peel with this live spot
I'm puttin in work, but didn't hurt from the jacuzzi to the bed Carressin your thoughts, cause I'm livin Fed Heard what I said? Passion is crashin the room From
how long will she last? I'm caught between my woman, and my pistol, and my chips Triple beam, got some smokers on, whistle as I dip I'm lost in the
the clip I'm ridin shot gun with the tint in the back I'm plan to have a motherfuckerin mint in this rap I'm from the V-A-L-L-E-J-O Where sellin narcotics
smile plastic tears like last year, ni**az stuck in the past, and it's clear Just some busta a*s bastards allergic to cash this year Makaveli for the Mob, M-O
I'm foul You wondering why I don't smile I'm schemeing to stick you up now Son I be the first to blast the gun, the last to run While you hit the pavement
from slingin dope n da hard white N ma neighbors don't speak (why) dey all white N da homies don't speak now cause I'm rich now Ma life is hermay haze
, If I Was Tryna Change I Probably Coulda Changed, I'm Fucked Up Man, Dats Were I'm From Nigga [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Look At You U Lil Dirty Ass Nigga U
Dallas in a palace where the marriage is from living lavash, I'm established, so the carriage will come I'm in the clouds you won't see me on the train I travel first
place no one above my sexy strip dancer doing strip club love and no matter what they say I'm gonna love ya right even if the love only last one night
