Lyrics:
just know what I know
Im just gon' tell you once nigga don't fuck
[Chorus] (repeat x4)
[Lil Scrappy]
[Verse 2]
Straight legged with a 4 4 with a dub
1 day she said to me - "boy, your drinkin' days are through"
The 2nd time she told me that, you know i hadn't seen it through
After 3 drinks
UrbNet Records
Which is ran by Darryl Rodway
It was the first time I had my music out on the national level
Around that time I started doing my first
me
Drive to the Southside to link up with bro
Say that he trust me I say cause I let him
I DID
THATS ME
TAKEMUP THATS ME 2-3
Its me, the brand new intelligent black woman why-O-why-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made
Its me, the brand new intelligent black woman why-O-why-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made
Its me, the brand new intelligent black woman why-O-why-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made
Three bad bitches give me dome
Gotta leave by the morning
I turned nothing into something
All my niggas still bussin'
Everyday I'm thumbin'
Pour
Call me, Call me, Call me
Call me, Call me, Call me
Call me, Call me
Two AM, just call me
Three AM, just call me
Four AM, just call me
Five AM, just
Thelonious Jawn, funky just for you
2, 1, 2, 3, hit it
1, 2, 3 take my hand and come with me
off to live happily on a rainbow planet
4, 5, 6,
next?
It's me and you, doing the sex
So now you know I'm just a freak
Give it up baby, I can't wait two weeks
I want it all, don't say I won't
Get it
cleveland heat] heat
Thuggish ruggish bone see
Gun stack off
[Verse 1: Layzie]
See a nigga got fully automatics and I let them loose
Tha 12 gauge two
ever do is step
One smoke in the ride, gotta bring two arms
That's four man in the ride, two dargs
Real t'ugs life like 2Pac
Really rap what I live
They
C'mon!
One! Two!
One, Two, Three, Four!
Verse:
It was a couple of years ago
I was sitting beside my window
And never will make the same mistake
dead over two dice
My ape click, potty chips, body shit
Chinese click on you stick you like Poli-Grip
One false move and your body ripped, niggaz lay in
arrest
I simply and purely cannot digest
The fact that you had an affair
Call it wear and tear
Tore me in two
Three, four or five
I want to die, I got
from Jakes, I'm dyin for paint
Chorus
Verse Two: Sonsee
Yo, I'm caught up, stuck in the tangled web
Where they'd love to see me dead, mail my mom's my
I'ma get a pair
[Verse 2: Relay]
She was mixed with all types, Black and Dominican
Might be Caribbean, even Bolivian
I couldn't run game like Olympians
hope god don't close the gate
Flight two four seven headed straight up to Heaven
You ain't on my level shit i'm red asf like the devil
In my zone high
One, two, three, four
Let's have some fun
You want a life
With adventure and danger
Then don't be boring
And go meet a stranger
You take your chances
Bonjour
Aloha
What up
Allo
I go by the name of I need money
And oh by the way I left the timeclock runnin
I'm tryna see more M's than a cooking show
that while I'm poor goofy
This four-two is running it's course through me
The sandman is really the court to me
Got basics that we sort though
And we
got to go and earn that
4 years wasted so much tryna learn that
3 star Michelin my tires burn that
In a 2 door, 1 hand tryna turn that
Look, love
'm signed in
Three times for the stage name that I've changed
Four times to the risks that I'm gonna take
Five time to the struggles that I'm gonna face
All
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