Lyrics:
Houston
Fuck da hype, i know dey boosting
Ian got no time for cruising
Ian shit? bitch who you fooling, yeah
Im 3 much they don't know what 2 do wit me
Im
Southside of the city
Really Crippin anybody get it
Couple niggas got bodies wit me
Better watch them niggas
2 drakes 1 shotty wit me
Big drip got styled by
like a jagged edge
Got mental daggers in my head
They wake me and point me right to my bread
It's waiting in my stead
Never had a issue wit my pace
dat 1999 Jagged edge Song you look better as a
Wife
Smiles from a Sun Godess flowers from my migo hit ya soul exhale my Queen
I’m doing
everythin' you say to me
(This is goin' out to all the shorties around the world)
Never knew it could be so wicked, hopin' that you stay wit' me
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Dancin' Wit - You See You Next Tuesday
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Chorus: Olive Lane
(Ah, Ah) I know there's someone dancin' wit you baby
(Ah) The way you work
because of your good words
You will not be saved because of your good deeds
You are saved by Jesus Christ (yeah)
I'm a county jail revival
I'm
recognize you when they found ya
An they still don't know who downed ya
This shit is deeper than you think
Wit' a straight face
Lay down an come up off
stand on they toes for me
And I’m good wit it
College educated, but I stay hood wit it
Always keep it real with your roots
If you ask me who got me here,
wanted smoke, you wouldn't type out any message
Move around with this coke, I'm like who need a refreshment
Ha, huh
Hit the dope wit a remix
Loose lips
leave you chestless
And ain't shit that you can say to me when you be breathless
Young, but I done did shit that you won't do
So go ahead wit
oh, you didn't know ?
it's dem boys dirty, dirty
act n wit dirty, dirty
he go by that bloody, bloody
six feet deep in muddy, muddy
you neva was my buddy
consciences
And its fucking wit you (tripping)
I aint tripping on them niggas
Or them bitches either (yea yea yea huh)
Headshots for the nigga
Who was
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
and locked up my nigga
And you can take care of dem nigga’s
For two three years my nigga
As soon as dem nigga’s get out dawg
They go fuck wit the nigga’s
Who
sayin' (Girl--Tonight)
(Twista):
Hit it to that Jodeci
Hit it to that Jagged Edge
Hit it to that New Edition
Get you whipped and good for...
(Don't you
figure
(No matter who?) I'll bruise and bash you, blast you
Autograph you wit a bullet wound for a tattoo
Deliverin mind blowin rhymes and poems
to mash you, treat you like dope in poverty we trap you
I loss friends, who I knew in the very beginning, funny how's ends had became the ending
But fuck
I be wit the killers, I be by myself
I be gettin' money, I be by myself
I stay in designer, I be by myself
It ain't hard to find me, I be by
Fontage
Make it, got no time to fake it
Fuck it who you fakin? got no time to make it
Don't fuck wit you, fuck wit you, nothing left to admit
Don't
to fuck
Ooh, go 'head, move that ass
Give a G a chance and let me clog the gap in ya pants
I can tell you a freak
By the way that you dance
Yeah, a AAA
ass nigga
That got fucked in the ass by your father figure
(No matter who?)
I'll bruise and bash you, blast you
Autograph you wit a bullet wound for
bread up
And when they told me slow it down
I just sped up
We ain't wit that crumb shit
Get a bread truck
And I got money on my mind
Like a edge up
Aye
queen
[Chorus: x2]
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Then the twins said you slept with Jagged Edge
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