Put your head on my shoulder Whisper in my ear baby Words I wanna hear, tell me Tell me that you love me too Put your head on my shoulder Whisper in my
Put your head on my shoulder Whisper in my ear baby Put your head on my shoulder Words I want to hear tell me, Tell me that you love me too. Put your
a nigga when I played on you I shoulda seen it, but I was too caught up on the grind In the blind, you knew I stayed with other shit on my mind But all
yay He knew better to keep work where his head gon' lay But fuck that, I gotta put some iron on her Gotta release all seventeen out the nine on her One of my
take my shirt off and drive a bitch I bought the bar when I walked in this bitch I should've put my car in front of this bitch I still got that four-four
'll give my last dime to my nigga Save my heart But keep it real at all times with my nigga Look, that's for my nigga If he on a murder charge I'ma make
with the sharks In the dark? You not bitch I can see it in your heart YOU'Z A HOE So stay on your side of the field On tha real slip on tha banana peel
head shot took me under I fell on my back, the last scene is his pale face and badge number [B.G.] Came in the clear, slide it in, cock it back Plot it out, I put
up on the city streets Untill we meet my soldiers rest in peace Verse 3 Pay attention to this song Once your gone your gone It ain't no comin' back once your
Gritted my teeth for ya, G-G-G-G for ya Put Compton on my back when you in need of soldiers At my last show I threw away my N.W.A. gold I had the whole
nigga Hoe pimping all day bitch, this ain't a hobby My name Tony, not Paul McCartney I'm in a 7 star suite, Dutchin' my haze Remote in my hand, model bitch on my
a problem giving head Paranoia's on you that's why your alrm is in your bed Fuck a red Chinchilla and buy some momma for your head On the block i'm from
my heart to write To all of my fellow brethren in Christ Epaphras brought me a concern, my hope is shedding some light Now it's tight to see your faith
(Whoo!) Told me 'bout a party on 1.5 I got my pistol, jumped into my ride Got in the party with my pockets fat Bitches on my dick 'cause I'm cool like
We did ask you to publicize us, But it was you who created the fuss And blew the whole thing out of proportion You should worry about your topics like
one way up hold ya head and stay up, to all my niggaz get ya pay and weight up If it's on then it's on, we break beat-breaks Outlawz on a paper chase
of my heart and flood your hands with diamonds No more livin like a player, stop chasin the hoes I never put you in a shuffle, use my ace in the hole
With no warning signs cause yo my man took five Now I'm the young one with the nine ready to put in my time Shoot first, look at there head Burst Bleedin