Lyrics:
ways
So we never in one place
This my business
That's your business
I don't care what you make
You been creeping
While I'm sleeping
Can't belive it
They probably look up to me
Against the world it was just us
And that was enough for me
But now I ride round by myself
Safety first
Fasten my belt
Main
Northward MC's take caution
The four Horsemen'll chop your head off wit a sword then
Gallop Northward motherfuckers, yeah
So just abide by, what your ride by
fucked up kicks on
Next is a small tank top, the spot, shot it up
Beat you in your face wit a rope knotted up
'Cause we don't give a fuck,
that's my crew
Now what y'all wanna do? Hood up
c'mon, let's ride, then I drop the top
You know Ching-a-ling gon' make it hot
Let's ride, girl, I got it
be movin' wit
Caught up in the things that the street game confused you wit
We're provin' it
Let it be known if retaliation
Home
seh Dont Play
Don't play wit my heart.
I'm going round in circles.
CIRCLES!
Id don't know What's up What's Down
WHATS DOWN!
If you ever leave mi
DONT
know if I can take it back
When you didn't let me rap
So I'm a preach up on this beat
I took my time when I sat joe
Could give a FUCK of what you think
at all cost can't be giving up hope (ain't giving up hope)[00:39.80]Stay down wit my brothers you gon see what it's fo (you gone see what it's
believe in something greater than yourself
If you all up in the club by yourself
And you did it all by yourself, now
If you my enemies
I ain't fuckin wit
Welcome to misery where the killers pop it up
And when I say pop it up I mean dealing wit the tug of the gun
We can do it if anybody want it where
composure
I don't gotta run up on ya
Got Range from the Rover
Yea I got it like that
And I brought it right back
No sweat but I damn sure
Been running these
Gone keep havin' to tell em we the reason man
They gone get it though
Been moving cautious they tryna lock us up and sentence us
The reason lil cuz
What's worse than havin' some money, is grabbin' and abusin' it
We never took no money from Chingy, thought I was cool with em
I wish his a** well, but
Give me that work, I show you what to do wit it
My cousin in seventh grade sittin' in the school wit it
By seventh period, he through wit it, it's
Watch me hit it bitch
Watch me hit it bitch
This that new shit
Fuck that old shit
Fuck my old chick
Fuck the old whip
Pull up in foreign
She fuck wit me
of what happens, this shit like hell
Niggas will rob you themselves, niggas don't care about cells
Get it by male, now he get love in the mail
Mama, sister
I bet you stay up in the mirror
Can't have a ol' man
Man how could he put up wit ya?
Everybody jumpin' in the picture tryna get ya
When it comes
on the charts
Coming real soon got some goons that pop off like balloons
So slick wit it like Bugs Bunny, Looney Tunes
She play my tunes by herself in her room
I
What you wanna do, Three 6 Mafia, mafia
Let's go (Wassup)
Yeah
We ain't playin' wit'cha, it's goin' down, it's goin' down (Shut the fuck up!)
We gon'
I send
I Got caught up by your tone and the face
You make me when you sing
With an ass like that and a past like that
It's no wonder your attention
know what
I'ma put the beat up 'cause you did sign yesterday
I'ma put you on before we even get the album started
It better be fire I mean what's
clog up yo' mind
Now, I'm ah nigga ta keep ta myself, and don't fuck wit' nobody
I'm quiet, I'm thuggin'. Why are y'all so fast?
Ain't time ta take
just hear to fuck you know that love
Want you want baby roll it or what while you think about
Twist me a douche you holdin' me up how many bitches
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