yourself to blame. To blame for my pain. No way out. Times have changed and my feelings changed, accept that nothing will be the same. No way out. From this place, no way out
in the VIP The age don’t mean a thing I ain't Chi Ali I bring them out with no ID Them boys they bring them out like I’m T.I.P. [Chorus] Come here girl
T-E!! Until the day I die, dat's the way it's gon' be Thug Motivation, I'm bumpin' in my 3 Blowin' on some killa shit dat I got from Zone 3 Blowin' Orange
leave it, You better gain way You better hit bull's eye, The kid don't play If there was a problem, Yo, I'll solve it Check out the hook while my DJ
't got shit, everything is tight Cause it's the money, that make you wanna flex for them hoes And it's the money, thats keepin' your nose full of that blow
thunder we roar, your bloods at your ass So get your face up out the floor And know that it's real Cause sometimes I feel the only way to survive is,
m rolling Sweets, I’m smoking sour Married to the game but she broke her vows That’s why my bars are full of broken bottles And my night stands are full
casket to fill it full of explosive gasses and close it back with a lit match in it while I sit back and just hope it catches Blow you to fragments
mouth Fuck mouth, my whole house, is foamin at the couch Jumped out of the 93rd floor of a building and shot every window out on the way down to the ground
I bleed to envy Smoke and blow out they blunts Sipping Henney Drunk nights And hot days Cocking my heat shooting it sideways A wife on the run Full of
Can't C Me Niggas Can't C Me Chorus: George Clinton Which way did he go George Which way did he go Which way did he go Which way did he go Verse
, caviar I was feelin' so high I forgot what day Now I'm feelin low down even slow seems way too fast And now the booze don't work and the drugs ran out
them can't get we out of the race; Oh, man, it's just a big disgrace. The way you draw bad card (draw bad card); The way you make wrong moves (make wrong moves); The way
his mug in We duck in the safe, check what I'm huggin Rocks the size of some shit, out in the congo My arms full, let's get the fuck out, Busta I got
older lobby Once the bomb drops here's to aftermath Scientist tried to disscet my way and formulate my craft Worrying bout how I achieve things The way
Yeah, yea This shit sound like.. one two o'clock in the mornin with the full moon out Niggaz in they trucks creepin With a fresh box of ecstasy pills