give you my gangster love Ohhhh..... yes i love you... c'mon yes i wanna give you my gangster love baby.... you wanna get it... and you love me and i love
There Whether Times Are Bad Or Times Are Ruff Come Put Your Arms Around Me And Get Some Of This Criminal Love Girl Come And Get Some Of This Criminal Love
seen the scale? My president is black, my Lambo’s blue And I’ll be goddamned if my rims ain’t too My money’s light green and my Jordans light grey And they love
Seen The Scale My President Is Black, My Lambo's Blue And I Be God Damn If My Rims Ain't Too My Money's Light green And My jordans Light Grey And They Love
My love's a revolver My love's a revolver Oops I guess I shot ya My finger's on the trigger I had a bullet with your name on it Click click, I'm a sex
president is black, my Lambo's blue And I be goddamned if my rims ain't too My money's light green and my Jordan's light gray And they love to see white
Krayzie (Verse 1) We the orginal criminals, therefore they'll be no replications or second guessin'/ The nation thug invasion got these suckas shakin
thats a crappy deal least it came with a few toys like a happy meal this game you could never win cause they love you then they hate you then they love
My love's a revolver My love's a revolver Oops, I guess I shot ya My finger's on the trigger I had a bullet with your name on it Click, click, I'm a
't give me that bullshit, I've heard about your raps All you talkin about is slangin and shootin off the scraps OK, Mr. Freeload, get the FUCK out of the truck I love
't give me that bullshit, I've heard about your raps All you talkin' about is slangin' and shootin' off the scraps Ok, Mr. Freeload, get the fuck out of the truck I love
Wild time live [Incomprehensible] Yo big tune For Mr. B Aiyyo my eastside people let me hear yo I wanna hear you say yes I wanna hear you say yes Aiyyo
the car for that [Interlude - Mr. Porter] Now ohh N-N-Now ohhN-N-Now ohh N-N-Now ohh, nana [Royce Da 5'9" - talking over Interlude] You are now dealin with the biggest criminal
punk And when that siccness hits I'm like a new stage Watch my back, hit the dank, load the gat, make the grave Twelve midnight, my niggas on the stroll, Mr
