Chorus Dont, dont let me go Dont make me hold on when you're not Dont, dont turn away What can I say so you wont No dont, dont let me go... I can see
Don't, don't turn away What can I say So you won't No don't, don't let me go Don't let me go Don't let me go
so don't bother I ain't having it, so don't bother I ain't having it, I ain't having it I ain't having it, so don't bother I ain't having it, so don't
on the Screwed Up Click, they must don't know who they fucking with Five star general of the S.U.C., want my click gotta go through me Go through Ke and
real G's Quick to snatch your ugly ass, off the streets So fuck peace I'll let them niggas know It's on for Life Don't let the west side Ride the night
we... I'll let them suckers know it's on for life Don't let the westside ride tonight (hahaha) Bad Boy murdered on Wax and killed Mess with me and get
2Pac] The cops can't stand me, but they can't touch me Call me a dope man, cause I rock dope beats Jacked by the police, didn't have my ID I said, "Excuse
gutsy And I don't trust nobody, so don't nobody trust me And that's how I'ma go about it 'til somebody bust me I play for keeps like the OG's raised me
see a young nigga havin thangs but couldn't stop, get it off faster than he could chop it told me one day, if we wasn't signed then he would drop it I
say "damn," and hoes say "what?" ATL forever bitch and we just don't give a fuck [Verse Three] AHHHH! WALK LIKE A SOLDIER! Give me the ??, let me put
is a fashion statement You ain't gonna blast you faking, ha-ha (go ahead) I'm waiting I don't hear no shells falling, I don't hear no pistols popping
so PSYCHOTIC I don't need you to shoot for me, nigga I GOT IT! When you see me in the hood - muhfucker don't talk to me! 'Less you wan' talk about usin
don't get mad, go get yo bags an roll wit it, or stay the fuck away from niggaz you got no business, we don't give a fuck about nothin, we untouched,
niner out So eeease back cause you marks can't hang with me I got to much game in me, killin ain't no thang to me Give a nut check, and I see you outta
of ad libbing to open] [A.G.] Yo check me out yo, I doubt somebody on your team got a better flow, honey comin for the green You gotta let her go, real
at five thousand feet, they my parachutes Got a click full of rasta that's quick to shoot And that's a fact, a real dread don't need beeswax Me a rudebwoy
, know you ain't fall for that (Yo he's pagin me) Ang' don't even think of callin back Man I know those cats, him and his click be flowin crack Up
