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burns! Ow! Stop!
Help me! It burns!" guy! Ha ha hahahaha!
We've got never bettered bargains
We've got deals you won't believe
We can tell you what you
on the ride (you know what the fuck you got into, nigga)
Niggas gonna die tonight (Outlawz, nigga)
let's get high tonight (the lil' homies)
Lil' homies
Smoking all the lows away
If I die while Im awake
I already know its great
Alright Cole so what do you contribute to the world
Like what do you think you
get rich and Bitch niggas scram
till the day that I die it's L.B.
from the year 95 and true 'G's
Chorus (2x)
Verse 4
To all of my, all my
nothing
What you know bout hearing voices
Come from all four walls
As you start to shut down like
A car when it stalls
So when I get to feeling as if
Y'all
your heart away
Take a chance for once you won't regret it
Want my love just come and get it
1, 2, 3, 4, come on baby say you love me
5, 6, 7 times
8,
give it away now
What I've got you've got to
Give it to your mamma
What I've got you've got to
Give it to your pappa
What I've got you've got to
Give it
It must be real just
Say the word and
I'ma give you what you want
Time is waiting
We only got 4 minutes to save the world
No hesitating
Grab a boy,
drunk bastard
Here, take your keys, go boozin' up Gratiot
I hate you guys, you ain't my friends
Look what you just did to my mom's eight by tens
Now
by a different bunch hot little girls
Speed it up, and let a real niggas see what ya got lil' girl
Got lil' doe, got something to blow
You wanna get
more than fantasy
Take my hand, follow me
Oh, you've got a brand new friend for your life
You can win if you want
If you want it you will win
Oh,
Step by step we climbing the ladder
Don't take L if it does not matter
We roll low key with a big big stepper
We always up till mid morning
4am we
got almost had me falling
Lemme hit the floor
World Wide MOB figures I bet you all
Of my niggas ready to die nigga
Can you feel me? World Wide MOB
?
Erick Sermon break it down
[Hit Squad] The head banger
"Yeahhh, head crack, head crack"
Verse Two: Erick Sermon
SURPRISE, you wonder where I've
that they Spraying
I'm jealous
It's a
Another way
Or path
Hope you take a tab
Take-a,
Take-a tab
Take-a,
Take-a tab
And relax
Because
Cause I lost my
we making this spot pop
Chorus:
Young Noble:
Edi life is what you make it
You living to die
Homie life is what you make it
I'm gonna get it
I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely
What is it in ya? deep in the dead when we get fried
POD when I comes to ride
Creep but you sleep and then fall in
front line
You most likely fake and i don't front mine
See i got what it takes even in crunch time
So you can get yo ass served like a lunch line
All
you sing damn it!
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh! (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!) {repeat 4 times}
Come on
We gonna freak 2 the...
(1 2, tell me what 2 do)
(3 4, I'm
1, 2, T-R-U, and Mia X, the biggest mamma.
Click tight, for life, family ties.
That's right. It's bigger than this record shit, nigga.
All for
killed her only son so when he said it she just nodded
And he told her that he got her
Grimy at its best
Like Tony had a cold you feel it slimy in his
My damn street know I'm riding through it
Four four two on the hood
Do this shit here for the hood
Why you niggas shit on the hood?
Two two three
My damn street know I'm riding through it
Four four two on the hood
Do this shit here for the hood
Why you niggas shit on the hood?
Two two three
Don't know where you are?
It can't be over!
It ain't over with nigga, what you talkin' bout?
Nigga gimme a drink.
And tha haters can't stand it
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