here all the time baby [Boo] Mannie Frezzle, hot sauce [Gotti] Slim where you at? [Gotti] Get you a cameo Slim [Gotti] You gotta start comin out baby [
I? (Ain't I?) Ain't I street? Don't I ride when it's time to ride... That's..Just..That..Gangsta in me...Ain't It Man!?!? [Verse 3: Boo & Gotti (Lil
know muder, we don't know about beef So.. all that ricker ricker seeis The streets ain't only talking, but they whispering about we (what)gotti got a key, and boo
see you dance Boo & Gotti wanna see you dance [TQ] Baby girl Don't you wanna ride with me [Gotti] Tonight you gotta leave your man Baby girl you gotta understand (baby girl) [Boo
I put a hit upon them bastards Boo-yaa! Turned a snitch into a casket Now they after me, prowling for a niggaz bucks Time to see, who's the G, with the
could be my boo You sip henne-rock and pepsi You still could be my boo Yo, if you like to smoke mad blunts You could be my boo And you ain't gotta be
never walked the walk wait how can you say this after had been through you're my flower, my boo, to you I stay true ok I'm not perfect in an all perfect
with the paper, got a Bose, a house in Vegas I guess I gotta say this, I got no regrets If I could go back in time now I'd go the same steps Look at the
I told him I was busy writing poems but I'll think about going The process was slow, and the dough was low but I took it as the perfect opportunity to
off my mind, All this time I felt like dying, your so hard to find So I, gotta move on, Guess I, gotta stay strong, And I, gotta keep it goin, so long
they face (pimpin' ain't easy) Let 'em know that pimpin' ain't easy Pimp ladies and pimp fellas (pimpin' ain't easy) Gotta get the dough, no time for
on" I should of known it all along That every time I left her home I sho gave her the perfect explanation to her doin wrong Its been a long time But some
down I said I gotta go, I ain't say I'm leaving town I got your number, stop tripping Why're you flipping? Had a great time Let me get my jacket, I'm
is because you denied seeing me, Now I'm pissed off. Sit back homey relax, infact grab a six pack, kick back while I kick facts, Yeah Dre sick track, perfect
world wide, And everybody knows, uh, But something about her, Makes me wanna slow it, Spend a little more time, I like that she has a mind on her, I gotta
spent 100 just on my time piece Money, money, money you holerin it don't impress you I don't wannaa talk just let a nigga undress you You ain't gotta
early years So you know we shared plenty tears Got a heart out of fear And now he out of there His bigger clubber was big time Did time In bout fact,
... I gotta make her mine... (I keep tellin myself) I gotta (I keep tellin myself) I gotta (I keep tellin myself) And I gotta make her mine (she a bad brod) I gotta
