you was wrong, I admit it I regret that I did it like a junkie when he's jonzin' All alone in what used to be a home But you packed up our joy in that
teeth marks embedded But God's hands, grip tight, and don't forget it The evil in your heart is, misery's home Where ugly is bred and grown, I refuse
fat one and pass it around Mr. x to the z from the likwit crew La to elviaire with my man eq Coming live and direct with your neck like this Come home
That's right, nigga, Southwest Connection, straight up Servin' more than peanuts, bitch Niggas tryin' to stay rich How many ways can a killer get paid
was never browsin' for nothin' Wection eight housin' I'm stompin' thru like King Kong claimin' his home, his jungle Mumblers beware the hood hates singers I connect
Watch it connect your soul, my hustle like Russel I just hope my grind connects with the globe Then bring some more label reps to my home Then I can pass
home we treat our refugees like criminals, Detention centres just a catch phrase for a minimal Security prison, we drive gold trimmed cars, Down the road an Afghani kid grows
If I gave you just a bit more time Do you think that you would make up your mind? You can't expect that a flower will grow Until you get around to giving
The earth and the stars So I suggested we grow up fast And not be the last But look where we are With no connection I saw your reflection at home In
doubt! It's only there for the takings son Matter of fact let me get some of that beer son We drunk all that shit, hey yo! 44th Side convention, Queens connection
China white and cocaine you'll see [Tonedeff - American Drug Distributor] Honey I'm home, nevermind why our bank account's suddenly grown It's funny,
colors Then come to your funeral in two Hummers That's me, Baby Gangsta, spark in the day Come out the funeral home, you get hit at walkin' away I'm in to grow
Method Man: Yo, yo, yo, yo Fuck you Chorus: 2x What you wanna be when you grow up You wanna be thugs You wanna be pranksters You wanna sell drugs You
homes, everything glisten homes Yeah my gun and my rims both sit on chrome You move your weight in the car, I move weight by the carload I dropped in Marcy in a Murcielago My connect
ahead and row Together girl Wea??ll grow slow (Pre-Chorus) (Chorus) Time to let that feather go As long as we have each other Our family grows Sidewalks
law Stay in your home Do not attempt contact with loved ones Insurance agents, or attorneys Do not attempt to think Or depression may occur Stay in your homes
Tom, not too long ago He was a nigga, yo, he said he had the flow though He loved a bro, I know I didn't see you grow To a TV show cause the nigga said
my girl, It's going down tonight. Verse 1: Check it out. If I, had a girl like you I'd need nobody else inside my days It's that connection that we