knew me Until they needed me That's when they called on the phone for me One life you give it to your country Somehow I knew they were lying to me I'm
You never knew me until you needed me That's when you called on the phone for me That's when you called for me, one life to live You give it to your
this for my soliders, who ain't gon'even roll it up if it ain't doja if you ain't earned no fuckin stripes you ain't rollin play with me I'll knock ya
me He was H-O-T Kept it real and representing Via-13 got a little girl I treat like it's for me and a lot of hoes conversation It's B.G and L.T. Never
Baby handed me my first tool Told me if I feel played do what I gotta do Nowadays I don't play with that K in my hand You don't know from last album,
my dog a do the same for me, we family Cash Money Is A Army Nigga A Navy Nigga So if you ever try to home Nigga It ain't gravy Nigga Don't playa hate me
hit my safe for a hundred and fifty G's (Why nigga?) Orderin' for 20 kees (Street value?) Two hundred and fifty G's (And what's yo profit?) A lick for
: (Don't worry about it..) [Daddy-O] Yeah.. whassup niggaz? We in here, uhh.. Now do you wanna start this? Well I don't think you do If we was in L
t love these hoes I keep saying I don't love these hoes But she makes me feel good Ma you make me feel good Bitch you make me feel good Girl you make me
on the crib It keeps me icy, it make hoes like me It gives me, seats at the Garden next to Spike Lee It made me rich, it made me change I seen a lot of
of shooken me Cus I get tired of lookin for you Spray yo mamma crib and let yo ass look for me [gun shots] [Outro: Tony Yayo] Me for myself i gotta
j't'un lover en plus que j'danse comme du scrab lover C'est S.Y.T.C down for what ever I'm on tv, down avec Kool Rock, j't'un breaker Mais j'ai toujours
for ya Dope skills dans mon bag, let me pull out for ya Haters rien a foutre, I don?t rime for ya Rep for ya Slang for ya Mais j'reste original for ya
in my future years I'd be stressing Some say the ghetto's sick and corrupted Plus my P.O. won't let me hang with the brothers I grew up with Trying
how we do it [Verse Three] I be the Young N-O, to the B-L-E Last name O-U-T-L-A-W-Z M-A-R was the for starters, flee the whole cartridge Your lady blew
'all some bi**h made ni**az and you steadily sinkin O-U-T, L-A-W-Z ain't nuttin f**kin with that We bustin back comin back for the stacks Laugh last cash
on California crime Watching for thievin I'm cautious it's like I'm barely breathin Puttin a bullet in mutherfuckers give me a reason See me and hope
