to eye, I'm on your side, I'm on your side, Oh But we don't see eye to eye. Sit back and wait, Let someone else make the mistakes, No time to waste,
these niggaz is punks They runnin off at the mouth 'til I fill it up with my pump They jump, my automatic keep 'em wary Why you frontin like you really
a Thug, hope you understand Forgive me for my mistakes, I gotta play my hand And my hand's on the sixteen-shot, semi-automatic crooked cop killin Glock
they're not blind While I live the thin line, between love and hate How many gon' survive armageddon Just waiting to atone that day In the Roman gates here to make no mistakes
my roof jus' go I'm somebody that you should know. Get ta shaking something cause that's what drumma produced it for. Yes I make mistake that I don't ever make
snowstorm Left her throat warm in the dorm room at the A.U. We blew hay too, ath-letes might cake you but you must have me mistaken with them statements that you make
I'ma get a Grammy If I gotta run up in the ceremony with a gat and a gun Understand me, I make your balls split I make your dome shiver Split your throat
I see it, mmm, sexual In the gunfight, two on three, you on me Dawg, I got shit to make the world shake One mistake, BLAOW, start a earthquake Fuck them
And put the heat dead in yo mouth, so shut up [Hook - repeat 2X] [Verse 2] Wizzy nigga been bout me Stay low so you don't know shit bout me Make no mistake
'm somebody that you should know Get to shakin' somethin' 'cause that's what Drumma produced it for Yes I make mistakes that I don't ever make excuses
up cause they're not blind While I live the thin line, between love and hate How many gon' survive Armageddon Just waiting to atone that day In the Roman gates here to make no mistakes
me some space When I let the wind blow in my face *** don't quit 'till I finish the race Number one in the place, betta make no mistake And if you don
'm not a loud one but if I feel blows I'm a loud one and I spray like a mac fast repeatin an black automatic an that ill make your body movement erratic
on mine I'ma G on, Dub C let a scene on Get my green on, with my white sling on Weather my rag in, with my khakis cuffed and dragging Three wheels, make
Listen boy Don't want to see you let a good thing Slip away You know I don't like watching Anybody make the same mistakes I made She's a real
major Blaze up, getting with hoes through my pager Was raised up, commencing to money makin' tactics It's getting drastic, niggas got automatics My fingers on the trigga, tell the Lord To make
way I see it, mmm, sexual In the gunfight, two on three, you on me Dawg, I got shit to make the world shake One mistake, blaow, start a earthquake Fuck
