Lyrics:
cant sleep at night it's You
When im tossin and turning its You
When my body yearnin it's You
Im in love like Maxwell
You see me cryin but I just
Apocalypse Now
Mind over matter next batter be Tical
Put it on a platter how much uncut
Raw shit we dealin' wit, murder track what
Slang killin' it,
raw uncut
Turn them headphones up
No doubt son
No problem
Creepin' it though baby
It's gangsta
The truth gonna come to the level
[Havoc]
Yo
As this
Yeah, yeah, know what I'm sayin'?
Straight burn biscuits, baby
Yeah, give it to 'em raw, uncut
Turn them headphones up
No doubt son, no problem
shot genre, à la Lance & compte
Les bons amis font les bons comptes
On règle nos comptes quand
on s' rencontre
Je donne une version uncut comme Craven et
the father of the baby?
Disturbing Tha Peace Entertainment presents
The Ludacris Greatest Hits CD (Volume One)
Done by random white people
Yeah, yeah,
a thing to the uncut kind
Baby, I can make a mill if I rap or if I sing
Done tryin' t ball ma, I own a damn team
Even with a noose nigga still can't hang
kid, I'm goin' all out
Life's a bitch, fuck it, got a gun, bust it
The gameplay, gotta play by the rules of your own cannot be trusted
Don't try
up and then "Who me?"
Locked in a trunk by Republican villains
Pinstripe suits, experts at killin
Civil war, but some want out
Trapped in a box
caliber glock
Similarities to my uncut, they ready to rock
'Cause everybody wanna ball, nobody wanna get caught
Only the pros and the cons get to stack
Cop lights, news camera, no action for it
Get the uncut raw, we somewhat sure
Hip hop's like a chess game, discussin' the war
Strategize, move like
the buck 10 chrome skating on the battery
My, clutch burnin' on top of the world turnin'
Rippers is just learnin by stacks I been earnin'
I'm the uncle L,
This is Maxwell Melvins, aka 66064
VP of the Lifers Group, help keeping our membership low
Now we're gonna give you the real deal
I wake up
at home
I got money-loads by the barrels
I even got a few fans that's crazy like DeNiro
I'm international money-maker, player hater
Shake up for
yourself at home
I got money-loads by the barrels
I even got a few fans that's crazy like DeNiro
I'm international money-maker, player hater
Shake up
kid, I'm goin' all out
Life's a bitch, fuck it, got a gun, bust it
The gameplay, gotta play by the rules of your own cannot be trusted
Don't try
the bottom
We got them things
Straight war uncut
All right dog, Miami we're been slept on
Keep snooping if you want to
And find your mother try to wake
inside couldnt believe my eyes Ridin at the highway, thangs going my way Tell by the earl pull the Bently in front Hit me with a G thang, fuck a blunt Tell
at home
I got money-loads by the barrels
I even got a few fans that's crazy like DeNiro
I'm international money-maker, player hater
Shake up for
Welcome to the meth lab, listen, it's time to cook
Not confessions of a video vixen, we by the book
Start the fire, I can tell what you thinkin' just by
of broken rocks
Whether heard in herb spots, jukebox or malt shops
Uncut live, drop eighty-five, in one shot
Spotlight hits the metal mic, majority stare
of broken rocks
Whether heard in herb spots, jukebox or malt shops
Uncut live, drop eighty-five, in one shot
Spotlight hits the metal mic, majority stare
(You)
When I cant sleep at night it's (You)
When im tossin and turning its (You)
When my body yearnin it's (You)
Im in love like Maxwell
You see me cryin
rude
I send for the head top rearranger
Go home and do the math
I'm Jme multiplied by Maxwell Ranger
Way too serious
And if you don't wanna get taken
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