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to back with Hov
Making these pigs jump cliffs, they ain't nothing to me
Walking ball of light, rocking the cross necklace to make demons scream
I see your

want the bag
Hands up do not shoot
Ima lay down flat
I just want the bag
Take me to the bag
Ima bet on me i won't play myself
Hands up do not shoot
Can't

Find my way in the dark
With a flare in my hand
Carrying so much loud
I should be in a band
12 hoes on the shoreline
Waiting for me to land
5 course meal

And seeing that was seeing all that I would need to pursue
The e-class that was used to corner me off the stoop
Was as clean as the book that your hand

shaking niggas hands hell naw u cannot smoke with me
I do right by my kids with my bag that's how it posed to be
Life was empty soon I had my twins my shit

fuckin' hands cuffed
But your fuckin' hands cuffed
Hold up let me preach, whitey like I'm bleached
Smell I got the stink, saucin' with the ink
Cotton candy

to victory
Searching for my true self, staring at the sky
Looking up to the north star, you won't fly if you don't try
It's going by, don't slip, your inner

sense, and dass why I got dollas
I was told the rules, I'm old school
Like my pop fatha

I was showed da moves
Schooled by the olda dudes

How to show

hands
I lie awake, afraid to sleep
Incase I see you in my dreams
Your haunting words, they're echoing
They start to sound foreign to me
You said I love

I went to preschool
Tell me what's new to brag about
So I can be cool
I lay lower than the bassline's dealer
‘Cause the humbugs numb in
Their

Share no biz
Keep it from their kids
Cuff their ears
Coasting 'til it's clear
Welcome you
Tell me how you been
Take my hand
Where's your man
I don't

Thought Process

Goodie Mob

Soul Food

1995

Someone's out to get me when I haven't done shit wrong

My head felt swoll, mista couldn't see past my mouth
What route did you take man
Caught me by that

your Body feels next to Mine
Uncontrollable how we put it down every Time
The spot where Love will Consume You
Live out all your Fantasy's come True
Lay

right behind me
Bad bitch in front of me bad bitch beside me
Stay connected with my twin like a Siamese
Ridin' round LA with bands in my hands
Rip up

That complexion's so attractive
Babe, you got me so damn active
Lay me down on your twin mattress
Let me show you love and passion
Sunsets look so new

shorty strip you out of your shit
Niggas playin' police games with they opps on the 'Net (ah)
Baby, do you want to fuck? You ain't gon' eye me to death

All The Way

Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

Bone Instrumentals, Pt. 2

2008

Intro: Bizzy
Yeah [laughs]
Bone Thug in this mutha whaa whaa whaa
Yeah Big Wish in this muthafucka what's up my nigga and
Lil Lay I love you nigga

think I'm pretty?" she asked
"Yes, of course, but there's something else
There's more than your looks"
"People are always accusing me
Of being pretty do

Menace like I'm A-Wax, sellin Caine' by the O, Dawg
12 hit the spot, I'm out the window, that's a close call
I make more in a year than your career pay

boards like twin towers
If you should judge the book by its cover when it's still young
I bet you'll undercover love it when it's author blows up, hold up

wanna hit me they digging the swag
Ya boy fresh like weed straight out the bag so i hit up the lab
Grab the pen before i lay down some hot bars
Bring

white
I might just break em off, when I come dripped out right
Im talkin shoes by Hirachi, shirts by Versace
Hoes they gone watch me, but they all wanna

Uh, you're never too far gone
Uh, your pleading case has been covered by grace
I know it's hard to face
Well, at least for me it is, I feel guilty

I

beep beep when she passes by I'm skeet skeet when she lay in down (Okay)
Hands down I can't be touched
Sold a pound but you can't reup
You the weed man