they ride the bandwagon still be draggin sellin lies Don't think I don't see you haters, I know you all in disguise Guess you figure you know me cause
Oh, fuck y'all eh, fuck the judge fuck the motherfuckin' district attourney and the prosecutor (fuck you!) and fuck you motherfuckers in the jury box (fuck you
As in gettin' motherfuckers 'fore they come get me Get down for the right for the wishes Fake ass nigga, you in shit, for fightin' over bitches You call
we got left - teardrops and closed caskets (throw it up fool, hey ni**a, haha) Tell me how you feel homey (Yeah, it took a week to go down) You recollects
free And Im wondering where to start And we all think we're so smart But I'm still here and you're still here And neither one of us has changed the world
way I danced with you. 3OH!3: Slow down, You know you're moving too fast. You know that I don't dance, but you insist to take my hands; And to the beat
you I would do anything for you I would do anything,girl,anything for you Sitting at home another lonely night Wish you were here so I can hold you tight
one reasons to be here And you're just one of them Taking everything you can for yourself For once I wish you'd just own up and help me out But you've
Burn. I'm falling apart. You don't understand. Why should I care? I knew it would all end. The memories still run vivid in my mind. I wish I could hear
you watching Niggaz be wish she-watching, you know you won't do nothing You ain't gon shoot and just gon sue, you better go get you Cochran No baller
Cent] Tell me how do you want it: - the knife or the razor? You running? I'm coming to get you boy! (boy!) You can hide if you want but nothing can save
never die preach what momma taught go and get what you want and remember the south cause you never know where you go you don't know where you from so
you, for the whole win, leave you frozen Crime scene reporter snap shots like you posin You got in the way, sorry to say You shoulda known, shinin on
Hoo where they at, where they at where the thug girls at (Over Here Whodi) where they at, where they at, where the thug girls at (Over Here Whodi) where
yeah you know where am at up here with my boy Tac they got my boy G up in max any how where in here writing some lyrics about what where going through
[Verse 1] Here we go again, you're about to cry I'm about to listen to another niggas lie Everytime you call, you want good advice And everytime you
makin you dance is what I'm here for Don't have to make love to make you conceive Watch the movements of the body and you say 'I believe' Masters, at
mic check one two you know when you lose somebody somebody that's close to you somebody that's probably not even that close to you you might have just