Lyrics:
like they do in Texas
Please - 1, 2, 3!
Fold 'em, let 'em hit me, raise it baby -
Stay with me love game intuition
Play the cards with spades to start
why won't you be my friend
Come to me and take my hand
Like mama would say
Everything will be okay
All I hear is 3 2 1
The scream from the guns
And then
a hottie
I can tell she been thinking of me just by the way she look at me
She like me, I like her and I like her friend too
Probably want to top me when
us (YO!)
[Ja Rule]
Hey baby; see'mon and hop in my fo'-three-oh, S-E
And let's see, how quick you fall victim to this G
I'm a gangsta BITCH,
help, you're agin' too fast
The gas in my dutch was made for that
What you need?
Chop you up real fast
I got an OZ and three pre's in my hand
I breeze all
is YDIE.WAVE, enjoy it and I'll be right back at you
I would never hesitate when you need my medication
I'm more than a friend to you, call me
If I don't watch my back then it stays uncovered
I've been let down by my friends and my lovers
Snakes in the grass so I keep a grass cutter
Cause if
The injustice will not prevail
You hear me?
Feel me?
Felt me?
Help me!
Tell me, who do we run to when there’s no one by my side?
Tell me, where we supposed to go
Every time it's the same old thing,
You bring me out like a beauty queen
I don't mind if you play your game
'Cause I know I'll make you scream my
A motherfucker used to have to borrow cash from my friends, friends
Just to put a snack up in the fridge
When I'm on, I swear to God to pay you back
Now
of it made it interestin'
Plus me and sister blend before we got intimate
Friend or no friend, my man caught wind
This chick is payin' me, it'll
later
I'll be in my Benz
Courting some flavor and
Tasting her friends
Unshaped by the ends
Shit, I can contend
Number one killer of
Chill beats and men
When I see you on the street
My whole body gets weak
When you're standing in a crowd
Your love talks to me so loud
Girl, do I do, what you do,
AIDS
(You don't say)
I do believe me when I tell you
It's so true and this could be you
White roses at that casket
Red ones stood out
Thrown by the ones
Throw up ya hands to it
Go head, call 'em pops
Girl what's it gon' take to have you close to me
Right by my side where you supposed to be
They start
There’s no need to wait before we get to it
We could be at my place in less than five minutes
So the way you look it got me staring right there
By the way
on my back
Holding me down
Black dogs in the corner
Looking up at me
I'm superstitious, spit three times over my shoulder
I hit the ground hard
signals and make me feel alive
I promise i'll do my best to thrive
I'll store my knowledge like a hard drive
1, 2, 3, 4 people standing at my door
I'm not
da L-O-V had me blind i would had to see
i trusted my friends, all they were yellin at me
how could you do me so wrong, i dont wanna get dogged
i
da L-O-V had me blind i would had to see
i trusted my friends, all they were yellin at me
how could you do me so wrong, i dont wanna get dogged
i
Pussy, that's a serious fault
Tootsie's, I'm in this bitch with my dawgs
Lookin', nigga be pissin' me off
I done fucked two or three strippers in stalls
I'm at a stage in my life
I like to reminisce
Of the days on the calendar
I truly miss
On the phone
Three-way
Tying up the line
Let me take you back
the AK
But I like the MAC-11 by far
I'm from the trenches
I done pulled strings like a goddamn guitar
Pour my cup up, pour my cup up
I been cuttin' up,
robbin' and killin' my own kind, Lord forgive me
blinded by this life of crime, God somebody hear me
since the death of my momma, my life is filled with
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