years old is a classic? Regulation number 1 Keep yo' business to yo' lonesome Regulation number 2 Make sure the product you carry is wholesome Regulation number 3
no thanks to that, they ranked him wack, only thing that's left to do, was to go gangsta rap, so now he rhyme about the keys being sold, the G's being
Louie bag summer sack half a damn million I fuck with kush so much, I had Amsterdam children I'm Pakistan pillin' rollin' like a yayo Tha Ferrari with tha lake house G
up and raw. I love her, with all my heart Every vein, every vessel, every bullet lodged With every flower that I ever took apart She said - that
a broken heart That's falling apart In life We try to do what's right When love comes in your life Like a thief in the night (2 Peter 3:10) And can
[Jay-Z]: Ahuh, ahuh (remix) Yeah (Rihanna, Chris Brown) Ahuh, ahuh (good girl gone bad) Ahuh, ahuh (take 3 action) No clouds in my storm Let it rain,
to me And I used to have a cutless on stainless feet Passing all day up in Latoya street Back when Scarface used to sing to me Have me feeling like a G
both say we'd be together forever and a day well i guess dat day came sooner den late cause now we're apart and away and it feels so stra- N-G-E wouldn
of 12th Street The cyber-niggaz don't give a fuck Decide well if you come thru frontin', kid you gettin' bucked On your way, to apartment 3A With a
bricks, shoot you stick at a vick, get her to buy a nick for 6, ready to serve Tammy, 50 dollars worth of wammy, ready to lose ya heart fall apart from
gettin further Got my pencil for utensil, this'll keep they mind knownin Spot some thugs at the club, and they got the nines showin Dirty pimpin g's,
Verse 3] On your Q's and your P, boy, you better be gon need a dark room to develop me my pedigree (pedigree) is hella G (is hella g) 20 Mill, b-tch aint
so rough Except the touch of his mother's love [chorus] [verse 3] Around the summer of '93 .. Everyone's packin' artillery Do many wantin' to be a g
, young Happy P, Man on the track, one love, [SPM] One time for that Ikie [Baby Beesh] Ikeman my boy, representin' that 7-1-3 clique mane, Houston
(Chorus) 3 2 Murder 1 lyric at your door 3 2 Murder 1 lyric at your door 6 million ways to die so I chose 3 2 murder 1 lyric at your door Verse 1 (Kane
but got apartment in the bricks I don't fucked supermodels but im married to ghetto chicks Ball in the NBA on the streets slang quarters Made ESPN for slangin 3
the sound Fuck you! I'm just tryin' to put it down for my home town Watch out! Watch out! Watch out! 1, 2, 3 3, 2, 1 Watch out!
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