Lyrics:
Thrown off the bridge
To the river by the ridge
Was the iron mountain baby
A man walking by
Said he heard a little cry
And he found him in
(Yeah) Yeah, Bone Thugs
(You know a nigga been all over the world man)
Australia, China, Africa, England (you know it's the same shit everywhere I
cause I leave em at home
Just Adidas and me, and ? and D on the phone
Diggin' eyein' the crown, sellin' skills by the pound
Makin breakin and takin'
gotta do is keep hustlin man, don't ever give up
I don't care what it is, handle yo' biz
Forget about the woulda, coulda, and if I did's
Cause that's
hustlin' man, don't ever give up
I don't care what it is, handle yo' biz
Forget about the woulda, coulda and if I did's
'Cause that's just the past, you
and nigg-hitters
Who the man be, and what the number one clique is
Let my nuts hang on these busts
And hoes see how big my dick is
Maniac Mack 10 always keep
The streets want to fuck around you won't stay alive
Your man can cross you and I make sure that you pay the price
So don't be lacking when you coming home
he love her on his mother
Man, he want to meet her mother by tomorrow
Pussy good enough, it got him sinnin' in the walls
And he diggin' in it like
Yeah man
Which one of these cars you gonna use
I might use the Celica, the Mazda, Nissan or Toyota
I heard they got that new PT Cruiser on there
a badman ting a dat man do
Action ting, yo, a badman ting
I'm a badman if you know say
Disrespect we no tek, no way José
Try that 'pon February the 30th
wrong
I was made for you boy, tell me now
And you were made for me, girl, and how
I'm gonna love you forever, I'm by your side
And I'm your man for life
'em capture me
I gotta thank the Lord for
The weed and the nicotine i can't sleep
Close my eyes and see wicked demons
I keep my pistol by my bedside
One
haters busy trying to
Send me home early
But you can't New Orlean Saint me
I ain't a saint B, I ain't a god God
I ain't a angel neither but I try hard
grew to be a man
I learned to love the virtues of sweet Sally Maclennane
I took the jeers and drank the beers and crawled back home at dawn
And ended
as they passed by.
And because he was all raggedy and dirty,
People would just laugh and make fun
Of the old man and walk on by.
And he said because
face
It looked like she'd been crying
And it's a Long, Long, Journey Home
I drink my coffee by the door
Watch an old man on the street I think I've
OooYa Wit by Terry (Isaiah) Johnson feat. Starling Newsome
Written by Terry Johnson, Theresa Trigg, Starling Newsome - BMI
INTRO: We call
lovin’ man
Take me home and let me meet your dad
Even if only to make your mother mad
Won’t you give me but a single day
Ample time for me to say
Every
on
It was late July, dry as a bone
Dust laying heavy on the fields
She'd sneak out of her unhappy home
And meet me by the water mill
She'd steal a little
here
Well I'm not a dancing man by trade
But I got my butt in gear
And she was filthy little dancer man
Who liked to rub the flesh
And I was happy
Warzone, It’s a warzone
Yeah I want the money but what is your goal
Scoop you in that four door
Hella mojo , stepping way to far
Man that a no no
a stubborn kid thinking that he had a clue
Man, I was wrong wasn't I?
To think back then I was never gonna get by
Final days of waking to a blue sky
And I'm
Im on a one man quest, no partners
All I needs a katana a robe and sandals
When I'm slicing man bun's a must I'm senseless
Whole planets people gone
hit the studio
Paint the visual
Happy to be home
Then we on road
To get some more
That's how it go!
Walking in your city
Man I wonder if they miss
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