Lyrics:
friends, loungin' with my mens, laughin' 'bout all the ends
that I spends, making snaps, pumping cool G Rap and Biz
Dapper Don, Dookie wrotes I'm about
live channel number 2
My momma told me sideways
I would have to get outside find my place
My momma shares my migraines
Look too hard at me might get
Now my main wifey, dead as shady chicks,
Official Lost Boyz since the year of '86
And fuck these crooked niggas I could kill 'em with a passion
At times
you or is it Deja Vu?
[Made Men]
Yeah, two thous', new styles, fly as fuck for days
Fry chocolate thai, high and shit for days
Benz 6, V-12, 19's
timbs and jeans
Lost Boyz represent from South Jamaica Queens
I'm wit my mens spendin ends
orderin liquors and beers
aint nuttin new to this
we've
timbs and jeans
Lost Boyz represent from South Jamaica Queens
I'm wit my mens spendin ends
orderin liquors and beers
aint nuttin new to this
we've
[Chorus: (?)] X 2
Why not?
Makin moves and gettin money with my team
We them ghetto starz
This here is far from a dream
Official Nas,
test
My complex style be wild 'nuff tough like rough sex or roughnecks
I dedicate this track to the suspects (yeah!)
the real live niggas ain't afraid
I could go"
And you said, "My bar for men now is so, so low!"
Yet I don't mean to tease, that's just the pettiness in me
Now that's a two-way street,
say
Done Came 2 far nigga look what we done made Niggas sending shots like 50 singing Many Men Catch you on my side Slide on you in da Mini Van
Unc said
Say
Chorus-
1 for the money
2 for the Lie
3 for my peoples in the struggle gettin by
4 Lu, Spig Nice, and Freaky Tai
Music Makes Me High
1 for the money
Boyz II Men to the End of the Road
Yo we boys to the end never been in the cold
You got me, I got you till our souls grow old
He shot you, he shot me,
se lou a
Yeah! I'm flying on top now cause i got my wing
You can never beat a winner cause he born to win
So, by the way look at me now i know you hate
it's you against the rest
Man lately I've been feeling uninspired having no desire
Going on two years now and I'm tired
Of having no power to my fucking
Ro
Now on with the show
(It's Tha Liks baby)
(It's Tha Liks baby)
One two, one two
I got a tape in my ride, made by Homicide
Ralph M
Little kids havin' fun in my neighborhood
And fiends walkin' up, talkin' bout its all good
See I'm a G, ????? I got that 2 for 3
And y'all
One, one two
Check me out right here, yo
Yo, the sun don't shine forever (you can turn the track up a little bit for me)
But as long as it's
One, one two
Check me out right here, yo
Yo, the sun don't shine forever (you can turn the track up a little bit for me)
But as long as it's
down the stops
But I earn more than your Menudo or your Boyz II Men
While down syndrome keeps you immune to frequencies I send
Fresher than a sniff
Fresh come with tracks that'll move you
He hit you with the *erre-check-erre-check* One-Two
(Ha Ha)
Now wait what where my guns at
Where all my
Now it all started two Thanksgivings ago, two years ago, on Thanksgiving,
When my friend and I went up to visit Alice at the restaurant
But Alice
muthafuckin' flows like the rest of emPut me on stage with the best of emI will tear down the stage and show you my styleY'all niggas got niggas writing for ya
girdle's
Boy this splinter is a master like I raised the ninja turtles (Fr)
We became boyz to men before the end of the road (End of the road)
I'mma grind
Premeditated plan of attack, with two of your most deadliest mens in the back
Comb the block, stop in the zone that's hot
Get out like you own the spot, home
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