Those feelings that I don't want Are slowly coming back The days are now not much more than a haunt My sight is turning a cancerous black A tidal
keep my money in a rubber band with the pitchfork sealed up, on the other hand [Chorus 2X: Ca] You see them niggaz runnin, you see my spinnin drum and You lookin
bring the heat. (Xzibit) Look, I'm inhumane livin' in this house of pain stuck with a thousand street hustlers down on they luck Repeat felons caught up
It To 21 It All Started On Friday 13th Up In The Gaff Tryin To Persuade You To Come For A Drink But You Was Persistent To Stay I Could Tell By The Look
just turn me up yo yo it's been a long time (ya turn me up just a lil bit more) I wanna make sure they can feel me turn me up just
Ndegeocello, play for me, c'mon talk to me Me'shell: anyone know, it never ceases to amaze me how everbody's always in somebody else's buisness, looking
a lady And, no, my name ain’t yo and I ain’t got your baby I’m looking for a guy who’s sincere One with class and savoir faire I’m looking for someone
money for some, aiyo, ain't nothin' much But yo…let them tell it, we smoke it and we sell it You don't understand, so don't tell it You sneakin' souls
I'm sittin' here spittin' for y'all. Preeld in by Allah that I'm hittin' for y'all. Growin' up on the New York concrete lookin' Lilke a little snotty
When my reception is gone, i dont turn off my phone, if you wasnt at home, then where were you? Tell whos your new friends, i aint never ,met them, you
wouldn't I wanna spend a few thou On fifth ave, shopping sprees and them dinners to chow I aint concerned with other men with you now As long as when I slide up
to see you (ride and die?) look down this bitch you can take no shit keep it real, but i still look fly [hook 2 - The Youngbloodz] (look taller?) (i'm tell
beach house, right on the edge of coastaricka, Put 1 of them lil flowers in ur hair, Have u lookin like a fly mamacita,(fuego) Cus u look so gooood
always - listen son It`s a two-way street to fortune - you gotta hit and run Don`t forget the mirror - look who`s behind And don`t you come up crying
Knowing that I need you Now look, don't make a grown nigga beg that ain't fair bitch Just take them clothes off oh look you got your hair did For
] Now everybody pull ya' whips out, get 'em shined up Hit the mirror make sure ya' boy leaned up Brush up out the clean up, ya' team freezed up I know
who the hell is you to tell me how to live it good To the good that went bad, from dwellin' in your path To partna' keep a look out for these niggas startin
fell Terroristic threats, shawty tell em' that this here ?death or trill? Ain't no time, fuck around with crime, strap it up, sack up them dimes Chill