patiently waiting. I don't want to know, why I can't let you go. I don't want to know, why I can't let you go. You go.... When the sun burns up, And
ain't nothin' cool So I'm a' let you know, just in case you didn't know That them Attic Crew boys steppin' in just for the low And if you ain't wit' it
the edge and I fell) Oh you're so insightful, let me remind you to twist and break me Should make you worried (Long way to go and you're right there
Let yourself go (self go) the way I keep it real with a smile that reminds you of my Bentley front grill (ehehe) Yes it's on again (c'mon) to a place
it (that's right) Let yourself go (self go) the way I keep it real with a smile that reminds you of my Bentley front grill (ehehe) Yes it's on again (
we can ride to the beat light it up, let it burn when you vibin' with me gotta keep it real to survive in these streets come see it for your self how
I'm here, hit them down with than AK leavin' bodiez str8 down in the wrong day. All you niggaz if you wanted that shit, can't wait 'till you bitch-ass
) Do it a . . Let's do it again . . . Do it a . . Let's do it again . . Do it a . . Let's do it again . . Do it a . . Let's do it again . . Do it a . .
a loaded Kay Slay pointed at you The end of your beginning, before you even get it started You fucked up, now you in the presence of a heartless Nigga
arch bishop from the darkest district In the killing field planting seeds of dissent Fast fascinating demons flashing dreams of contempt Come on, self contained I'm my own metropolis Go against
Either you slangin' crack-rock or you got a wicked jump shot 'Cause the streets is a short stop Either you slangin' crack-rock or you got a wicked jump
you You can't find it on a shelf Just let the world know That you're ready for show Count 3 and let go Before you turn around and go home Turn around
I'm here, hit them down with than AK Leavin' bodiez straight down in the wrong day All you niggaz if you wanted that shit Can't wait 'till you bitch
Slow motion better than You love to hear the story again and again About these young brothers from the City of Wind Like juice and gin in the city,
you high I don't know you why the fuck you all in my grill I'm stackin' buck on you niggas, sayin' you so so trill You ain't no killa my lyrics leave
strap hollerin', "Nigga what you said?" That iron again is mine right? Snatchin' for a kidnap People out that project say Juvenile you did that? That iron again
you You can't find it on the shelf Just let the world know That you're ready for show Count 3 and let go Before you turn around and go home Turn around
