the code of lovers Death brings the highest act of love preserved for one another Friends, Friends, Friends Friends, Friends, Friends People say that what you are is only what you eat And my friends
to stay in jail, hahah! Hoe bustaz Picture me rollin in my 500 Benz I got no love for these niggaz, there's no need to be friends They got me under surveillance
If I was old, they'd probably be a friend of me Since I'm young, they consider me the enemy They kill ten of me to get the job correct To serve, protect
Artist: Hot Boys Album: Let 'Em Burn Song: Spin Tha Bend Typed by: TLFreeCity@aol.com * * send corrections to the typist [Verse 1: B.G.] Get off
where i lay my head people on their way are like on a different dimension i need no correction i got it right out in the trenches tonight some of my friends
tears, they won't help you And all your fears, it's nothing new And all your tears, they won't help you "Crazy People" All kinds of crazy people Police
Grabbin Me Release Me Cause You All Must Be Beneath Me Higher Than A Palm Tree Flyer Than A Jet Be If You Disrepect Me My Shooters Will Correct Ye Freaky
I was old, they'd probably be a friend of me Since I'm young, they consider me the enemy They kill ten of me to get the job correct To serve, protect
no one as lucky honey, don't you weep there is nothing as lucky, as easy, or free (Thanks to Chris & jake for correcting these lyrics)
you bought my CD Now put your hands up if you feel the music Cause all that matters is "The Bass and Movement" (Thanks to jaydizzledub12 for correcting these lyrics
cry I'm so tired of never sleeping The whole world wants what we're on Didn't make this up I learned, I learned it from a friend My friend is coming
Hit em again (Here's a little story that must be told) [Sean E.B.] Police maybe, punks never Our rhymes are slammin and we won't ever Become intimidated