with you If you don't understand man you've gotta believe There's too much of you but there's not enough of me There's not enough of me Same old song
ridin' or dyin' too Down with black connection to the finish, we bout killin' niggaz too Spend your bin quickly, make you suffer, die slowly You hit enough, I'm about to down
em, and they don't know who hit him. The hood talkin man everybody know. (I know its fucked up) Now I lay thee down to sleep, niggas tryin' to lay me down
I'm a let her come up When the sun goes down, I'll be back in the town Stash box down, put the magnum down I'm with G-Unit, C-unit Nigga you not ballin
by no one else U-G-L-Y, bitch, you ain't got no alibi So don't you roll down no windows or open no doors, Jump your ass in the back and get on the floor
cried, and grandma held the family down I guess mommy wasn't strong enough, she just went down Check it, fifteen of us in a three bedroom apartment Roaches
got these kids in Ranges, to leave them niggaz brainless All they tote is stainless, you just remain as calm as possible, make the deal go through If not
I used to fuck 'em" Not lettin' 'em know I was a young buck then Niggaz axin' me "Man, did you love her?" Loved her stupid ass enough to fuck her with
't resist her. No stringy haired, blonde hair, blue eyed, pale skinned buttermilk complexion. Grafted, recessive, depressive, ironing board backside straight up and straight down
gave him the claps Then he had to go see Dr. Bombay Got a shot in the ass, and he was on his way To make some money, why not? Down on Sesame Street, the
me ...around this bitch Chorus: repeat 2X Me and you, your momma and your cousin too Rollin down the strip on vogues Comin up slammin Cadillac doz (doors) Verse Three
you seem to ever see I admit, I've done some dumb shit And I'm probably gon do some mo' You shouldn't hold that against me though (Why not?) Why not?
cure it." The buyer looked at the case with cold disfavor. "Not even right sure he killed it, whatever it is. Three is the best I can do and it hurts
go ticking down, the waters falling on the ground I catch myself and try to speak with grace you needed just enough anger, to get you through the door
shootin three pointer baskets Or maybe - it's the rap shit, all type of tactics we use to get dough, some choose kickin in doors I asked a reverand, my
represent the Shaolin my nigga Hell yes, Apocalypse now, the gun blow It be goin down, diggy diggy down diggy down down Verse Two: Redman While the
cried, and grandma held the family down I guess mommy wasn't strong enough, she just went straight down check it, 15 of us in a three bedroom apartment
