can't take it anymore No, I can't make it anymore Don't say nothing cause baby there ain't no more Just leave your flowers by the door You can't see
t make it anymore No don't say nothing 'cause baby there ain't no more Just leave your flowers by the door, leave 'em by the door Leave 'em by the door
we roll And that's love for the paper, foldin, I saw these hoes But I had my ??, nah nigga that's my nuts ?? don't touch that And then he won't hesitate
left I told Big L through me, he could resurrect I'm that nigga like Puff in L-O-X I took one L and life is still Double X Brick City where I bleed on
s at, boy I'm true to Organized, cuz they raised me I'm also down with LaFace cuz L.A. Reid, yeah, he pays me And it's cool Yeah, it's real cool, gettin
the crowd (Hook - Lunatics) 2x Call the cops, I see a robbery in progress Lunatics about to steal the show (Where you from?) From the S-T-L, M-O, 3-1
throw em Forty-five by my scrotum, manifest the "Do or Die" slogan My niggaz roll in ten M3's Twenty Gods poppin wheelies on Kawasaki's Hip-Hop's got
cause you choose it Most DJ's won't refuse it A lot of sucker MC's misuse it Don't think that Wu can't lose it Too much to gain to abuse it The name of
the headpiece there's no survival My flow lights up the block like a homicidal murder, underground beef for the burger P.L.O., criminal thoughts you never
tense If you ain't talking bout rocks we ain't got nothing in common Fuck that and that's just common sense what the [Pusha T:] Came in the game, 8 years
then you can beam up [x20] Now ya sexual peak is met so don't fret When I call you up and say what's happening baby it's Tech I'm callin' to see if
livin' at and T.I.P. be trillin' at Ride wit' a G, come and ride wit' a G All through the A.T.L., come and ride wit' a G [T.I.] See me ridin' through
Your Gators, We Like Odds In Vegas You Can't Ball Then It's Probably The Haters Can't Breathe Then It's Probably The Desert, If You A Gangster Or Not
Sayin, "Wasn't that you? Nah, it couldn't be" They kept askin me if I did my chores My butt was saved by a knock at the door "Who is it?", that's what
roll And that's love for the paper, foldin', I saw these hoes But I had my [unverified] nah, nigga that's my nuts [unverified] Don't touch that And then he won't
the S T L M O 3 1 4 Call the cops I see a robbery in progress Lunatics about to steal the show From the S T L M O 3 1 4 I'm real brass to smash with
's up? Yeah, don't believe everythin' you read, fool Nah, they know what time it is but you know for those Who don't know, I think it's time that we
