Lyrics:
I don't know what these niggas speakin' off
I don't know what these niggas trippin' on
Don't touch my niggas I suggest you don't
Boy if you do you
Pussy lil' boy, you is lame (yeah)
Put some more dirt on my name (yeah)
You gonna leak at your brain (yeah)
All of my shooters got aim
I just bought
the history of music
By night, just to pay for that shit, you'd dance
To get your pants was a mission impossible
We were both the same age but I
Suppose
There's gonna be good
I just spent four nights in the trap
Tryna get racks on racks
More than a hundred missed calls
And I didn't call one of them back
was good, you know what I mean
Summer heat, boy and girl meet
But, uh oh, those summer nights
(Tell me more, tell me more)
(How much dough did he
the valley with the shadows of death
My homies gone so I'm walkin this valley all by myself
We miss our boy lil' Willie so much he was like a brother to us
know I'm headed south
So's to meet me by and by
Marie will know I'm headed south
So to meet me by and by
right in
And we'll get there little by little
[Verse 2]
I don't have to meet your mama
Not yet, boy just make me wanna
You got me shakin'
With every move
outside waiting till rise stopping the show no no fuck that high
Caught by surprise so they think that I'm dying
We be denying send them boys crying
All
ain't fucking, she don't need to ride (beat it)
She can crawl in the trunk with her knees inside
By the spare, she hungry, I'll feed her fries
'Cause
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
dear old home
For a distant land to roam
Now these words she said to me
As she took me by the hand
If on earth we meet no more
May we meet at God's
he'll die
Doesn't really matter
A boy move fishy that boy get battered
So much lizzy its making me fatter
They see me i'm making them scatter
Yeah
Moving
you're a don
You're in you're area with your friends you're a don
I'll catch you by yourself make you're health all gone
Big shout to the boy who
happens next.
Time goes by, minutes after minutes.
Hours, months, year after year.
Is anyone questioning himself about it?
One more year is a year less
gotta set the precedent
I'm right there at the precipice
I'm floating a bit more higher than the Jetsons did
If fate came in a button, best believe I
SO I GUESS I'M THAT BASTARD!
[Master P]
Where the hot boys at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there, over there, over there
I don't know what these niggas speakin' off
I don't know what these niggas trippin' on
Don't touch my niggas I suggest you don't
Boy if you do you
I'm surrounded by my friends
Random ends on some staircase
So much for a first date
I just had a show
And I asked if she could meet me after
Maybe
know I'm headed south
So's to meet me by and by
Marie will know I'm headed south
So to meet me by and by
to get 'em up with two thugs
Runnin' side by side with number one
Murder mo drop my gauge on 'em
When the po-po chase,
If they catch me barehanded I
problems to myself, don't enter my business
Got all the way to this spot by myself, had no help
I'm always grateful for the stuff I got, hoping for more
From a shack by a mountain stream
To a room in New Orleans
So far from my Blue Ridge Mountain home
The men I meet ain't warm and friendly
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