a gift to be free Tis a gift to come down Where I wanna be Liza: Oh, turning, turning, Chorus: Turning, turning Liza: Turning turning, whoa Chorus: Turning, turning Liza: Turning, turning, whoa Chorus: Turning
knew You've got a lot of freak in you, babyyy When that startin' to rain I pop the roof and the champagne How jay said? "money ain't a thing" It's been
in Hold on I was drunk last night Now its all kicking in and I don't feel right Gave my number to a breh who wasn't my type Now my phones on silent
Take a step to the left - and one to the right And now turn round - do it on the other side Left hand on your hip - the right behind the neck Now hop
Snatched off put you in a frame and hang you Comin at you niggas from a different angle Arch Angel choke hold and strangled Kay Slay the game turn the
alphabet (I'm a G) And in my pocket there ain't ever nothin less And if your bitch f**k me she f**ked the rest Cuz I'm a A B C D E F G [Verse 1: Yung
a White Trash Party! *2nd Verse* Pull a fifth of Bacardi from outta my underwear And walk around the party without a care Like a body without a head Lookin' like a
, dear fear none, hip-hop is in a state of 911, so... [CHORUS] Let's get down to business, I don't got no time to play around, what is this, must be
turn your direction [Nas] You can't be me, not in your wildest fantasy It's childish; should I have to resort to violence? Pay me a half a million, I
tried to told ya When movin the wrong direction ain't no flesh and then it's over You on that doja, G.I. Joe shit but you ain't a soldier Chopper or
heart What was a friend now a ghost in the dark, cold hearted bout it Nigga got smoked by a fiend, tryin to floss on him Blind to a broken man's dream
Verse 3] I love finger fucking you All of a sudden I'm hearing thunder When you bust a nut Niggas be ducking or taking numbers Love to watch you at a
s easy to pretend, I know your not a fool. (You know I ain't a fool, girl!) I shoulda known better than to cheat a friend, And waste the chance that I
Burn my cit's on fire burn modern day tragedy crim on the rise police brutality my reality's B-A-D cuz the F-A-C-T of the matter's getting sadder check
off, face down, ass up, c'mon [Chorus] All a nigga really need is a lil bit Not a lot baby girl just a lil bit We can head to the crib in a lil bit
have ends Freshman year I had that CBR Hurricane In a ill Herringbone I got 'um swingin' Heroine I shoot a nigga in a heartbeat I ain't no chump Then
a nigga flip I cook crack in the microwave, niggaz can't fuck with me Man my cold days, they called me chef boy are 50 Check my logic, smokers don't like C
baking soda I'll turn your Hooprock into a new Range Rover I'll pay all your bills and fill your 'frigerator Feed your family, turn your man into a hater