're my angel in oh so many ways Don't you know what you're doing I want you to stay (stay yeah) Don't go believing I could never lose my love for you
to be stopped, believe that Get in my way meet that..., believe that Chopper City done signed with Koch, believe that [Hook] It's just like that Don't
spine Don't whine, niggas can't handle me not hard I'm the bitch who came to fuck up the party When I catch'cha I'ma kill ya don't worry, This is another
don't give a fuck what its costin' Neighborhood superstar Hot Boy$ bout flossin' Crossin any of us get that put in a coffin You don't hear we loss a shoot
could tote a chopper, believe bitches could die Now play with the man, full of that dope with a K in his hand Don't want hear what'cha sayin' just don't
at the world through my rearview Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear you I can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die (we) Gettin high
checkin' in her bedroom, I ain't there, Forty Cals, extended clips, still I ain't scared, Outlaw, and best believe they won't take me alive, I'm different
on a mission tryin 2 get'em a piece Me and my niggaz is Thug niggaz!, former known Drug Dealerz! We don't love bitchez!,and believe they don't love
: To my unborn child.. To my unborn child.. in case I don't make it Just remember daddy loves you [talking in background] To my unborn child.. To my
tho' glasses won't help you realize) You blinded You blinded You Can't C Me (You Can't C Me) Thug Life baby Don't believe everything you read Alazay
at you I know you motherfuckers think that I forgot Hell no I ain't forgot nigga I just remember what you told me You said don't go to war unless I got
ya see me I appear and disappear wit' the heata like Houdini They parry wit' bullshiit - git'cha azz popped Don't believe me - ask Fam, they got his head
Scream murder! (I don't believe you!) Murder! (Fuck around and leave you!) Murder! (I don't believe you!) Murder, murder! (Your life's on the line!) [Verse Two] Y'all niggaz don't
fo fo, rode dolo Rock solo, I should be old T on the low yo Pump the six and push the volvo I hear they go kuku and go puff loco I sell llelo and price
say names (gun click sound) the 45 will tear you out the frame Its like the rich get richer and the poor don't get fuckin thing Don't mean nothin changed
say it all, so we ain't gotta talk. I got fly spot southside queens New York. Now you know I wanna fuck, no doubt but I wanna try a different route, Don't
Devoe My little girl, she shouldn't listen to these lyrics That's why I glued her headphones to her ear to make sure she hear it If rap don't work, I'
