your heart, I hope to die And I can't deny your eyes You know I try to read between the lines I saw a warning sign And then you threw me up against the wall
, I hope to die And I can't deny your eyes You know, I tried to read between the lines I saw a warning sign And then you threw me up against the wall
your heart, I hope to die And I can't deny your eyes You know I tried to read between the lines I saw a warning sign And then you threw me up against the wall
off Rounds got dumped off, leaving niggas bumped off Always trying to get the hook up, leaving your girl shook up Women breaking my pager, phone line you can't look up
i walked her to the store skirt pulled up pushed up against the wall but she pauses just the take a call joanne says "girl, what the fuck r u doing? all these boys
[Mr. Mixx] Ghetto Style Dee-Jays! Don't touch that stereo! Ghetto Bass [Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice] What's up, party people, we're back again Bringin' you
, cop it again Not him again, not Bennegan's Treat a slut for what, not fin to spend For bitter Gin, and dinner when I can get up in, her little friend
bout to make you lift your skirt,(?) [x2] (Gots to turn around back it up act a fool back it up make it hustle back it up Make it wobble back it up turn around back it up
If you don't gave a damn gon' throw it out {What} If you don't gave a damn gon' throw it out The windoooooooooow Up against the wall! Up against the wall
turn it up loud inside your head with the sound of many days when we could feel the cheap drugs squeezing through our veins like a million girls and boys
got my lil girl a Lexus for when she grow up I flying from Tennessee to Texas trying to blow up I need 10 G's a show for me to show up And six weeks for
my back against the wall Back against the wall It's Mister Behavior Waiting for the brawl I wake up in the morning I'm looking at you I wake up in the
once and I didn't do it consciously, Somebody's got to find your trail, I guess it must be up to me. It was like a revelation when you betrayed me with
what I do I pop tags like trunks, on slabs Peel back tops, like unhealed scabs Throwing up the deuce, and giving real niggaz daps If haters run up, then