this go on? When ben clocked bronze *echoed*, they weren't bragging But when he clocked gold, they started tagging Jump on the bandwagon, grinning and smiling "3 day later" he
the till, Grabbed the paper bag for the money 'cause I know the drill. I handed him the cash and the food stamps, And he just stood there lookin' all
you talk with him During fire drills girls would wanna walk with him He could have any chick up in his view But there was only one girl he wanted to
want it to end Dirty m'again, I burn him again 05 serving them sins Or 30 your friends get knocked out, turbuline wind Hoped'd out, what you want, take
, it's the mix king, Ron G I got somethin', the world ain't ready for New York City, L.A., Chicago, Atlanta D.C., Detroit, New Orleans, y'all know the
on the trigger and you pull it Slugs ain't never outta season All you gotta do is give a mother fucker one reason Blood stains on the ceilin' Same place he
on the trigger and you pull it Slugs aint never outta season (uh huh).. All you gotta do is give a motherfucker one reason (Uhh!) Blood stains on the ceilin'.. Same place he
all you pay Many's the time, I have wondered about what it is Why wouldn't you want to repeat after me? Something I know you know I know Something I know you know I know
right things If she a bad bitch, y'all ready know Face like Trina and an ass like Jacki-o, ohh Got a gangsta on a mission, mission Best believe I know all
does the right things (Ha haa) She a bad bitch, y'all ready know Face like Trina, and an ass like Jacki-o (Ohh) Got a gangsta on a mission (Mission) Best believe I know all
I n I the Black Ethiopian That were taken out of Black Africa, you know Illegal yes captives, you know slave children And brought us down here in Jamaica And all
I blazed your man, I'm in the wrong He said he was strong I had reason to believe he had some shit up his sleeve all along So? Fuck you, your honor,
Gizzle, Tuck (yes sir, Polar Bear) It's from New Orleans, AKA Chopper City All the way to T-Town, you know what I'm saying And you know how a nigga rocking
I live I live, if I die it's cool 'cause I know for sure when I was here that I was a fool If you gone drill me come on and drill me It's all good 'cause
know I'll never get him out of my heart He never loved me back, ooh, I know Well, I remember how he left me on a stormy night He kissed me and got out
to walk out that door He packed his bag and turned away And he kept on telling me, He kept on telling me, He kept on telling me I want you I need you
I blazed your man, I'm in the wrong He said he was strong I had reason to believe he had some shit up his sleeve all along So? Fuck you, your honor
are the snitch buttons on the dial I put so many jewels on the table on a tile To push all the ice off, you gon' need a snow plough I be drilling it
