Lyrics:
(Womatic)
(Bizzy!)
Said I'm tryna make it, tryna make it for my folk
Gotta stay down, keep my business on the low
Can't be falling off, I can't
Baby let me take you down, No Chris Brown or Ray J
Babe all I'm asking is for a chance to make your mind go crazy
Babe let's make a toast for you and me,
Second I get on the beat, this shit is harder and tense
I feel a part of senses that we are more than friends
Caught in my web, I can be your Peter Parker
fisted
Chickens get cooked and crooks become victims
I'm wicked minute by minute
Blurting asserted words
Adverse to what you've heard
So zip it
Splurge
and get paid by the hour glass
Every single grain of sand falls
Is another man lost
Caught up in a trance aww
Tipping till his cash gone
Wishing it would
more
Tall one sits next to John who's always drinking Coors
Aw shit man, there goes Ray walking by
Good Estella she can see him out the corner of her eye
to deal with the pain"
(My nigga Ray Luv, when'd you get up out the pen, man?)
[ Ray Luv ]
June 2nd '93 I returned to the streets
Did 2 months in
duke it out like men
I beat you down with every word that flows out my pen
And I was the Green Hornet Bilal'd be Kato
Right by my side kickin up dust
probably worth the lawsuit
Call me Johnny Cash Jr.
Singing in Folsom
If I ever get hooked on that nose dust
Won't be saved my no hoe, tough
Need a wholesome
that, let that, let that, let that, let that go
This ain't a game like tic-tac-toe
Seen better man get snaked 'pon road
All by somebody they call bro
honest
You slander my name
And you call me dishonest
Get hit by a comet
If a song is a song
And a dream is a dream
If you got all you want
Then what does
for the day he got smoked
Choke, off this anecdote got you ope
Get roast, by my lyrics Billy Dee .45 Colt
And I'm out for nine nickel (INS
for the day he got smoked
Choke, off this anecdote got you ope
Get roast, by my lyrics Billy Dee .45 Colt
And I'm out for nine nickel (INS
the corner, (back down)
I mean, my back against the wall yo, I thought I was a goner
I let the pressure get the best of -
I let words make a mess of what's
Mmm
Ray-GA, Ray-GA
Mmm
Ooh
Mom and dad I miss ya
Killa
Ray-GA this song's for u
Man
(This song's for u, Mmm, Ooh,Yeah, yeah, no no no, ooh, yeah
I'm number two
Is when you're bitch smell my fumes
Body language talk for me
She talk real slick
Paying off mama house
Even if its brick by brick
Get ya
I get home to you mama you always tell me
''Ray you ain't got nooo sense''
[Chorus]
But on the other hand baby
You I can understand
Ah, But when
I love myself, even when I get knocked down
I'm feeling like I'm at the top now
I love myself, care free, rolling with the top down
Ain't no way that
play balls like, get into ma pants
I wanna turn her down 'cause i am a gentleman
On another life, on another land
And i'm number one when i'm on the top
the shit that I bought
Got a white girl like Mary Jane, trap swingin' like Peter Parker
Can't blame him, that's my son, he just doin' the shit I taught him
She gone swallow all this nut
Imma get all in her gut
Deep down she a real slut
Lil bit keep my nut
I swear I'm going up!
Block is hot like july
Niggas
Well, we grew up down by the railroad tracks, shootin' bibis at old beer cans
Chokin' on the smoke from a Lucky Strike somebody lifted off his old
at times it’ll seem hard
The memories of let downs and all of the scars
You’re too young and too pretty to be broken apart
Kiss ya family goodbye and get in
detained
Aye Shut the fuck up nigga
They shootin
Drive by
It’s Friday
Don’t you get caught down in that dirty south
They go missing the ones who run they
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