Lyrics:
Mall Office
feat. Damien Obuakle
Listen here my friend, you are not my friend
Boyz Boyz love Fun fool, swear down dem dey love pretend
Oh Yes, I've
Willie
Oh stay at home with me
And the very best cock in all the roost
For your own supper shall be
It's all your cocks in all your roosts
I value not
Willie
Oh stay at home with me
And the very best cock in all the roost
For your own supper shall be
It's all your cocks in all your roosts
I value not
with our love
And we'll be alright
We'll make it by
We'll make it by
We'll make it by
We'll make it by
We'll make it by
We' make it by with our love
saying?
R.I.P B.I.G, nigga R.I.P P.A.C, R.I.P
I got my nigga 50 Cent, yo, this is how it feel, how to rob a industry nigga
Don't take this shit 'cause we
measure progression
By increments
And the instant I discover success
It's gonna be a dish
Best served cold as this flow is
This life depending on it... I
You ain't sayin' nothin'
I be spendin' euros by the pound I'm talkin' London
If it ain't about some millions boy you ain't sayin nothin',
You ain't
Never look back
[Master P]
How could a nigga shoot enough callings of the clip and kill three
One hit away I'm here for a reason this was meant to be
that (??)
I'm like Popeye the sailor 'cause I smoke me spinach
And when my Benz pa** by they be like "I hope he in it"
They know my s*** ain't rented
extendos (ooh)
I just wanna fuck the bitch by myself (ah)
I just passed her to the dawg like my Sprite (ooh, it's lit)
Hot like the 504 Boyz how I move
My corner so polluted, young niggas looting
I studied Kenneth Williams, I'm one hell of a student
Remarkable hustle, my niggas coming home
I kept
My corner so polluted, young niggas looting
I studied Kenneth Williams, I'm one hell of a student
Remarkable hustle, my niggas coming home
I kept
understand
If they'd get off there ass and mash
How do you manage?
Paranoid, don't even trust my boyz
Watch for the plot and delays envoys
Scopin' like
marbles nigga
But I got two sides
Damn it feels good to be back in the Yea Area I mean the Westside
With these motherfuckin West Coast Bad Boyz
Yo (damn) Young Buck where my money at man
My niggas is playing what nobody
In here but you, spyder and Mase
There's supposed to be three
Hundred
Crowned in January of 1066 (ten sixty six)
Harold was set as king
Formidable warrior, a braveheart he is
William from Normandy
Now the times are
by buck
By only a single goin' gold?
Roc-A-Fella should fold, and you're left out in the cold
Is it back to charging motherfuckers 11 for an O?
Just how much does it have to hurt
Before you let go the pain?
Just how deep does it have to be
Before you yearn to be free again?
Every wound
Just how much does it have to hurt
Before you let go the pain?
Just how deep does it have to be
Before you yearn to be free again?
Every wound
the Bengals playing
Back when I was basic aint think they a feel it
Made plays by the vacant was just me & Willis
We had more O's in it than Lenny Williams
Hop
like an ice cube
But I ain't talking no
Boyz-N-The Hood
Try play around me
You gon get chopped up by the
Boyz -N-the Hood
Its on sight plus
I run
the sailor 'cause I smoke me spinach
and when my Benz pass by they be like "I hope he in it"
they know my shit ain't rented (why?)cause I got two
yeah I got
LTMR
Feelin Me
I don't know about love but got love for you
Tell by the way she been preeing me.. been preeing me
Look baby girl i know you been
on this ride
This will be my twisted fantasy if I make it right
Let me just say that everything will be fine
R.I.P Takeoff and also
I'm blinded by these
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