You don't think I don't know it's happened times before hating what we stand for killing every ounce of trust inside the doors of mistrust opened abused
that boy so real Who that boy trackin that boy Chamill'? Always give you somethin that boys gon' feel "Try to give you somethin that you boys gon' feel
blood I spill One more drop you take One more drop and I will spite And bite the hand that bleeds Bite the hand that bleeds you (x4) You-oo-oo You-oo
hands tremble their way Take me, anywhere that you like Hold me, deep within. Do what you like Take me, anywhere
red lights diggin you on your period Fuck a ?nigga? I'm talkin Motel 6 A tall can and a big black ashy dick Let them other niggas treat you feed you take you
George Clinton)] Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside) Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside) Get that
dynamite blows up in your face There wont be no one left to clean up the place Swollen Members adds up to one thing, and you can quote this Temporary
tell you something, I ain't gon' front, yo I love you and all that, son (then say that!) You my first cousin, (then say that, Ghost, say that) You my
something to say Then I think about things That I?ve seen right in front of me That I don?t wanna believe Gimme one of these mikes Let me let ?em know
in that ass like Pamela Lee shot Clyde, fucked Bonnie, Thelma, and Louise fuck a dream I got a Seventeen shot magazine that materialize everything to cream. Chorus 4
kept telling you Once you down with the squad, you can never give up No need to get ya jewel's back, let them other crews do that It's so ironic that
, he don't trip off a ? ? ? ? ? Lynch'll be that nigga that finds'em and greets'em, Punks like y'all will be the one that feeds ya. Brotha lynch hung
You get on that fucking block and you make my money you piece of trash Make my money right now, you get on that street and you look good And you work
trance. Told me I couldna??t .? Ia??m the one who put in work dona??t disrespect my aching hands Feed the streets and feed the fans you tryna tell me thata
80 I hear a mother scream "Please not my baby!" Quick as I see its you, bullets will hit you, boy Your nobody so no one will miss you Queens start
it, music to satisfy, music to gratify, will you get mad if i rub you on ur ass and thigh, pull your body close to me thats where you supposed to be,
you can just sneak up On bein number one, is a high that I'm stuck on I'm on a mission, wishin, all the time you spend That you would make a legend or
in the hood [B.G.] Beef wit' me - your life is what it'd a cost ya I will catch you slippin' do you something pretty awful Split you from your lip ta
