you Time will let you know Whatever will be Whatever you do Time will let you know You see your folks and all their friends Aint it funny how the story ends You
For the ghetto media, don't let the light-skin fool ya', I will f**k you up. . . . when the thugs cry This is what it sounds like [this is
ex pills droppin' in a body with faith..OHH! Let me goal you a shot What'chu get at all hot yea' lick it if you know you are not - wooah! Who keeps
let me rock you, let me rock you Chaka Khan I said let me rock you that's all i wanna do Chaka Khan let me rock you, let me rock you Chaka Khan I said
cause he weak as fuck! I ever catch you by yourself, I'ma fuck you up Snatch your little cheap-ass chain and piece you up You better hope you and the
, to change my mind, I'll tell you one more time It's none of yo business Now who do you think you are Puttin' your cheap two cents in? Don't you got
Nicole)] Why you all in my grill (why, you all, in) Can you pay my bills (can you pay my bills) Let me know if you will (let me know, let me know) 'cause
' me Why you all in my grill (why, you all, in) Can you pay my bills (can you pay my bills) Let me know if you will (let me know, let me know) 'Cause
Everybody know you going Bet you probably saying, oh no'n Then I'm gonna teach you lessons Stranglin' all to death and rowing And your sister know she with it 'Cause she let
Cut my way out the womb, homemade c-section (Man you fucked up) What would give you that impression? [Verse 2: King Magnetic] You know were rushing in
. Bargains and sacrifices. Cheap tricks, cheaper devices. What did you know? What did you care? What did you know? What did you care? Holding the vision
Ives catch me squintin know why I came be let my word fly keep the gleam in your eye Con mucho drum roll on time let the horn blow Gas to the pedal
s will hit ya passenger, hit ya driver G-Unit, you don't know a fuckin' clique liver (You heard my nigga, you don't know a fuckin' clique liver) [Chorus] As times
the reins you know what im sayin so what we about to do is put it all on the line you get yorus and imma get mine you Next, Adina sup 1- You
You know what I'm saying? So what we about to do is put it all on the line You get yours and I'mma get mine Yo Next, Adina, sup? You can't handle what
For the ghetto media Don't let the light skin fool y'all I will fuck you up Chorus: Bizzy Bone This is what it sounds like, when thugz cry (3X) This
in the hood Life ain't nothin but bitches and money 'Cause in the city you live and let die Nutting but bitches and money I got hard times and will
tell you that god's within self Bloodsuckers of the poor wanna keep your wealth Keep you a slave, so you don't misbehave You never know the truth til you