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think I'd die Not gon' cry why should I care Like we holding on to lost love that's no longer there Can you please help me God bless me please, keep my
should Type takin niggas out like they packaged goods Rappers wanna contest They buggin Straight up and down we run the underground like h. tubman What, I’m the bomb bitch Nigga rah D-i-g
was thirst (WHAT?) Blessed with the curse (uh) niggaz don't hear me Niggaz don't hear me, Y'ALL NIGGAZ, don't hear me (uh) What'd I just say? "Nigga g
Treacherous Three, fuckin cowards I'd have seen Dre rockin parties for hours And I'd have seen Ren fuckin bitches from Howard And I'd have seen Snoop
the lights, g'night [Baby] Look, it's Sunday, we in the hood gettin' our groove on Every nigga uptown gotta have they tool on Yeah, and they Birdman'd
, G.O.D.!) Come and rescue me (You`re the one I need) G.O.D. (G.O.D.) Come and rescue me (My heavenly father) G.O.D. (G.O.D.) Come and rescue me (You`
pace to them boys on the way to Tennesse listening to MJ G breaking there verse down in Eightballs Be careful with them keys Don't hesitate to squeez watch out from
the day that I'm gone Shyne poor 'cuz your dream come from one bottle Prominent premier, premium bravo Watch him explain, ain't nothin' but blood thug crime though Shots in the spinal from
signs? No pop of mine could top Big Poppa rhymes So, possibly I'd be popular, huh? That's the inspiration I got from my nigga B.I. I took him from coal
words unrehearsed Then I burst I mean I bust From all angles Guarunteed platium on your single [Ice-T] Yo T, I really must admit I'm blessed Never
Starin at the stars Look how lucky I am I could?ve been dead I could?ve been gone I guess I am blessed, look at where I came from Hook: Stand up now
action goin in ( first verse gucci mane ) Rap game paid me, trap game made me we used to be good friends now she cant stand me her man aint G her man
em out It's more money now and we the flip the draw Hella choppers, clip pull nigga genue out G'd up, i took it from the G code Presidental sweets, with
except for Prada beaver For cold winters, tattoos got my summer's sleeveless To my G's on the flee from the coppers Stiff bodies on freeze in funeral parlors From
From jumpin' all nights we high, hit up the block to where? East 99 I get wit my nigga to get me some yayo, double up nigga what you need? We got weed to get P.O.D.'d
all them real niggas We bless da 40 ounce! Gotta bless my 40 Or my crew will put me out My name is Bizzy Bone, I gotta bless da 40 ounce Who's next to bless
do this shit It ain't no stoppin' us now 'cause we can prove this shit Nigga me, Stew, D's P.D., Freaky-G The whole world wanna be rappin' with me I
