Volare, oh oh Cantare, oh oh oh oh Let's fly way up to the clouds Away from the maddening crowds We can sing in the glow of a star that I know of Where
As far as my eyes can see There are shadows approaching me And to those I left behind I wanted you to know You've always shared my deepest thoughts You
: Boy, I fell off like a bad bag of dope, Ya heard me Ain't nobody wanna holla I done shook back like a 4 and a half heart Now everybody wanna holla
cross that line they gon' die Leave your families clueless, and questionin' why 4-4 bull dogs bark loud, chopper moves crowds Innocent bystanders watch out, them lil thugs act wild [B.G
: "Kid Capri, plays beats like this.." [x4] [Daddy-O] Take tapes; everybody tapes Everybody buyin tapes that the DJ's make Twenty bucks a pop and they
Banks:] This rap shit plays a major part in my life She looked for jack but realize that i got the ride Well send a muthafucker at ya tonight G-Unit
I'm holdin' the twos [50 Cent:] Funk Flex GGG G Unit [Funk Flex:] Damn "Hand to hand since The Real Roxanne" [50 Cent:] Thats right [Tony Yayo:] Thats whats up G
to backtrack and try to act black and live Not to be phony and positive but why be negative? What's the matter G? Black cat got your tongue Fat track
out But they ain't feeling me a mutha fuckin fool 'bout my fuckin cheddar cheese and it pleases, passion of mine Thuggin huggin plenty of G's and
That makes three My laywers getting cash up the ass Don't even ask Why I'm buck wild ? Don't smile don't laugh To the young G's comin up peep game
so much weed you wouldn't believe And I get more ass than a toilet seat Three to the one from the one to the three I met a bad bitch last night in the
the Tums , he's a front Pigeon totalist sister with the fat ass Show hash behind up the block plus he smashed her Big Bub did him somethin deadly , act
the T into Thugs I put the C into 'Caine an' the P into Pain The G into Game, Pop-Pop ? three in ya brain [Necro] I get impatient like a long bid - get
shower your mom block and move out with glocks [Memphis Bleek] Uhh, yeah, uh-huh, yo this for my G's Yo yo Aiyyo, this for my G's, hoes, gangstas,
Houston kicking with fakes Dirty South hold me straight and we never act fake Jumping on that thug and I showing no mercy I'm breaking laws like Three
South is where yo folks from, down in the bottoms where they broke some, whips cross a nigga back, way back, and now they wonder why we act, how we act
that I think about One two three four punks that you read about [Verse 3:] It be Lil Chee-zy in the back, That nigga wid that three eight gat Keeps
: (feat. E-40, Rappin' 4-Tay) [Intro: Rappin' 4-Tay (E-40)] Uh, (you tell me) [Chorus: Rappin' 4-Tay, E-40] [Rappin' 4-Tay] Holler at a player though
