Chorus Oh my friend Can't take it anymore The pain, the rain, the good times missin' Help me sing If only - we could be down If only - we'd work it out now If
If a picture paints a thousand words Then why can't I paint you? The words will never show, the you I've come to know If a face could launch a thousand
me sing If only we could be down If only we'd work it out now If only we'd be strong, we got's to keep on holdin' on If only we could be down If only
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Cause I'm all about ma bread nigga like lunch meat [Chorus:] If you a go getta gon get ya money boy [x3] If you a go getta gon get ya money money If
Pickos in the summer, even when it ain't cold I throw my H in the sky, everywhere I go makes you wide If they ask you where I'm from, tell em Hillside
them go get they mama True story. Real talk. You know your mama gon' have your back even if's your fault I'm just dweelin' off the past If I didn't fight
heard [G Dep] Regardless of the wait i'm gonna stay straight ghetto Everybody high, don't nobody say hello Even when the sunshining it ain't yellow Get out of the borough If
[Chorus x2] Special delivery I want that Special delivery I need Special delivery Can I have that Special delivery Come give it to me [Verse 2] If
[Hook:] Ery'body in the club, get crunk Move side to side, and do the H-Town stomp Ery'body in the club, get loose If you feeling good, and you on that
's murder G Original S.U.C., you rookies it's Don Ke I bust my glock, till it pops and empty And shatter your crew, if they test and tempt me It's Screwed
pop If all's agreed, we got weed Skatin through the area movin at Mach speed Makin moves is a must - why bother doin it If what y'all doin ain't 'bout
not to be fucked with I'm so I'm so hot even if there was a change The best jewelers want to make my things I'm so so hot even if there was a change
Marquis] You're fuckin' with the best of 'em, fuck the rest of 'em After me there'll be no more left of 'em The last booty-shake gangsta Look at all the bread
should cry if they cried when we buried Malcolm X Mama tell me am I wrong, is God just another cop waitin to beat my ass if I don't go pop? Memories of
hood i Never change if it aint got it in my lap i got it stashed in the range [pow pow] I'm gettin bread on the rover private jet anywhere i tell him
thing Drop some conversation Sit back and let the phone ring Niggas they wanna see me rise '97 watch me cut these motherfuckers down to size And if
Ten feet of rope around your neck and can't hang I'm runnin rings around rappers like a dirty collar I don't care if you whisper or if ya holler True,
