hang with the Meth bring the rope the only way you hang is by the neck nigga poke off the set comin to your projects Take it as a threat, better yet
, just like a star But for the meanwhile, she got a drink from the bar Lola had no kids and lost her mother Her lover used drugs and left her for another
I thought I oughta tell you, better yet warn That I am like a stock, and my word is Bond like James, killin everybody in sight The code's three-six, the
s a hard, hard world I left my doctor's prescription bungalow behind me I left the door ajar I left my vacuum flask Full of hot tea and sugar Left the
force to knock your ship off course If this funk don't move your wife, you better file for divorce Cuz that bitch you treat to eat got two left feet I
-Nine, peep the whole scenario Tash rock material to make your girl jump up Never touch the mic until the soundman pump the [??] up Yo yo, roll that dub up, Three
is, you must be living on Fantasy Island Your mammies mad, get your ass wiped out like Thailand Hit my phone and got what left and hit the three while
on a small lonesome town that she left far away. We hear a rapping at the door. Her roommate enters with a tray. The meal is left like an offering, juxtaposed
phone, hopin I'll call, everyday that I'm gone (alright) Need connections, to make ends meet ma In both directions, just to stay on my feet (huh) Thinkin
: The three of us stood there reverent and silent While others went by in a hurry And we posed for a picture under the sign reading "Haight and Ashbury
: These Streets Is Where I Learned Play with Fire You'll Get Burned When The Heat Was Hot I Turned, Turned To Trouble... Trouble Yeah Yeah C Three Yeah
eva's left Before you run into a nigga like me and meet death In less than three seconds I'll pull a three-eighty Three feet from my waist Three inches
: [Verse 1] It's H-B Weezy Wee off the streets Stay deep 'Cedes Jeep big feet Gazer seats hold the bare floors I faithfully hold to pimp whores You ate
bustin', black fatigues So blunted, 400 degreez, it's sweet Nigga, respect me When you see tha left hand buggin', nigga, respect it But if you see tha left
Now it?s DPT for life 4 better or worse I fucked 3 best friend ran all three the same game In these street I?m all murder I get three and each names I?m three
Boom boom clap boom dee clap dee clap One, two three Everybody come on, off your seats I'm gonna tell you, about a beat, That's gonna make you move your feet
Now whenever I'm fed up we can go head up My ex bitch called me a dog so I piss with one leg up straight up and down three hundred and sixty-five rounds
news through B.I.G. A big rig for a big kid - that's me! I should've got a scholarship for Athlete's Feet Duck Down - breathe, pure uncut I can bag it