] If you turn your back on love, and hide the things you need, There's nothing that comes from anyone, that can make your world complete If you turn
be back [Mark Curry] Curry the paperchaser, lace the track up with 16 bars of crack Bring it back from the block, sub on (?) workin it wherever you at
inside the consequences plug it in, turn it on, never once have you talked back to me your majesty, I love you, I despise you my everyday is sitcom,
or struggle Use your brain muscle if you hustle Don't let nobody touch you Don't even trust the ones that trust you Cuz the ones you showin love to might
and you better come right back And kill you, I assure you its real boo We in your hood for hoodies and steel too And anything you niggas want we while
if you want to go further than that I get physical And peel your muthafuckin' cap back I give a fuck I want my sign throw Just to let you know For your
(Six John) mommi you got a minute, just wanted to say I love the way your linen, is huggin your hips, one dimple when your grinnin', no pretendin; im
'm the man with the gangsta lean, what, what Yo I split your whole spleen if you know what I mean Call me little rabcash, I get you for your stash VIP
your miiiinnnd (blow your miiiinnnd) Keep it movin like this, keep it movin like that If I die, I'ma only come back Yo, I'm saying if you think that you
back at home Then smack the [? ], wrapped in chrome, you better get a chaperone [Chorus: w/ ad-libs in background] If you know like I know, you should
s possible I'll step in your obstacles [Chorus] Oh shit you better watch out for this Revenge so sweet that you might wanna flip Ride on your enemies
you spit up splat Leave your jersey holy and molly, dissect your membrane And turn your fitted, into a split up hat And the prices are much higher, if you
coming up in here like that Hold up stop rewind, bring that shit back You act like, you ain't buzzing a little What you got in your cup, ain't buzzing
Karma Me and you always working on the same team That's fucking real you know what I mean Me and you are close like gravy on a biscuit Ima be down for you
Getcha hands up now, get your hands up, people if you want to party get your hands up now, get it crunk right now, get your hands up, feelin freaky
Thug Talk to 'em homey! [Slim Thug:] You gotta love me mayne You gotta love me mayne, why would hate me mayne? I'm a young nigga on the grind gettin
drugs on the street I swear you never catch Corleone with Lugz on his feet If you think I'm not as nice as whoever, then put your money up Put your jewels
, with your guardian eyes so blue, hey my baby, don't you know our love is true, I've been so far from here, far from your loving arms, now I'm back again
