taken Blame it all on me How long Will I be unforgiven? How long will it be? How long 'Til a heart becomes unbroken? It's all that matters to me How long
on factory, We on factory We ain't got nothing to prove, We on factory We on factory, We on factory We took all the 22's, We on factory (B.G. Talking) Y
that there from Baby When I struggle niggas love me - now they can't take me But as long as they don't fuck wit me - I don't worry bout'em But if they
What cha wan do nigga How ya wan do it When ya wan do it we could get straight to it You could take it how ya wanna Bring it how ya feel Accept it in
V.] Y'all boys never saw it comin [Never saw it comin] B. Gizzle, Y'all and Tech Nine together on the same track murkin somethin I told y'all boys, That you can't
that people gotta p-ay for the rhyme They called the one eighty seven on a undercover cop But the vest was bulletproof, so the cop didn't drop My brother Ice-T couldn't
friends, this T-dot-O-dot-S Have it how you want, speed knot or pop chess Police stompin niggaz by the twenty And shootin by the fifty, ain't a damn thing
: (feat. Betty Wright) Uh Girls Y'all gotta feel me on this one Y'all know how it be you Just been with your man For so long and you think you got him
She'd rather eat pussy than suck a nigga' dick! A bulldagger done stole MY bitch! Fuck y'all hoes, y'all hoes ain't shit! [Verse 2:] Bulldaggers come
't know how to act Without no vouchers on her boots she's bringin nuttin back You should feel the impact, shop on plastic when the sky's the limit and them haters can't
: Y'all ain't never just tripped and pictured And just looked at the whole situation Cause once u look at it You know (really do) They don't give
: (What y'all want?) Unconditional Love (no doubt) Talking bout the stuff that don't wear off It don't fade It'll last for all these crazy days These
?) (Hahahahaha) Yeah (Hehehehe) Why niggaz look mad? (Is that right?) Y'all supposed to be happy I'm free! Y'all niggaz look like y'all wanted me
: (LT Hutton talking) Uh oh, Uh oh, Oh!, Oh!, Oh! They ain't ready for this LT Hutton T.I Ashanti It's that new 'Pac y'all (Chorus: Ashanti) Pac's
motherfucker He's just stand by the goddamn window with that fuckin' AK all day You don't work, you don't fuck, you don't, you don't do a goddamn thing
prosecutor (fuck you!) and fuck you motherfuckers in the jury box (fuck you!) fuck all y'all cause I'm out on motherfuckin' bail y'all ain't never gonna
I need companionship (hey) Through with that - scandalous shit, I bet your man ain't shit So why you hesitatin actin like yo' shit don't stink Check