one to let you down When you got no one There?s no one to let you down When you got no one There?s no one to let you down When you got no one There
one around you There?s no one to let you down When you got no one There?s no one to let you down When you got no one There?s no one to let you down
you wipe me down? So I can make you give it up give it up Until you say my name Like a Jersey Jersey shuttin' down the game Be my head coach So you can... And
huh) you already know how it is (you already know I ain't gotta tell you) you gotta stay on top of it, you gotta stay on the grind you can't let them
' cry One less in my clique, one in your clique gon' die It's the game - you forgot it's eye for a eye Body for body, so you gon' respect my mind You
and shit On the dance floor, openin' up rubbers and shit And I'm tongue kissin' with somebody else bitch And I hear voices sayin', "YoU cAn HaVe ThAt
G. Ya got some keys I come ta duct tape ya and rope ya Stay low My chopper gone let loose and super soak ya fa sho I gets low down and dirty for my cheese
sent when you duck when I hear from the blunt Nigga don't let me get that first draw, and I'ma toast ya I'ma shoot'cha in the jaw first, then get some more You
uh-of the Hot Boy$ Full of the 'dro, and ride and chop you whole spot boy Better watch boy, where you be at cause I'm a hit at, three flat You want beef
I pray I know you hear me at night It ain't right but I ain't white And all I got is the street life I know you lookin' down sayin' you ain't raise
it You'll never listen to this shit anyways, fuck you, bitch [Verse 3:] She said "You rushing, you rabid son of a Labrador" But I'm attracted to you
fuck A little head in the truck If a turn gang good, I'm a let her come up When the sun goes down, I'll be back in the town Stash box down, put the magnum down
little head in the truck If her tongue game good, I'm a let her come up When the sun goes down, I'll be back in the town Stash box down, put the magnum down
you kinda lose all feeling (Hum drum days and hum drum ways) Now, your head goes round and round (Hum drum days and hum drum ways) Round and round and round and
like You can?t get married, and you can only eat certain types of foods (My City, My City, My City) And it was just bringin? a lot of division within the body, you
pretty and seditty Got a funky disposition and you think you're witty You're not used to people saying things like this It's called criticism, and not