to let it go if we have something to prove oh we only know to let it show what are we trying to prove We only know To let it show We only know to let
you trip off what I'm sayin' Cause tonite girl I'm not playin [Chorus] [Bridge:] Would it be alright if I kissed your lips Run my hands through your hair and caress your
say man that boy show off He go off I'ma let these boys know, nigga you wanna make a wager I can get a cut from Moony, I can go Southside show down and
for love know man Keep you girl out the club if you want em Make No Mistake We Will Take Your Broads u dig Verse: Everytime I See you come through Baby quick your
- brotha (I'm just your funky lil brotha) Cause I'm the funky little - brotha (I'm just your funky lil brotha) [2Low] Here we go once again with the real hits Throw your hands
me Cause ain't no simpin' in the P (let it pass) Your fast and smooths be way too slow Oh yeah I miss the way you blow, but I could let go See freaky
you motherfuckers that STILL, have to kill to make that money All you niggaz on the block, sellin rocks Hand to hand, runnin from the police I see you - live your
I'm rollin' Fuck em' all Let them die That's my slogan Fuck em' all [Chorus] (That's right bitch, Fuck em all) (Young Noble) Come put your hands
game I'm strugglin Verse Three: 2Pac Big up, big up, got him in the frame, bang Ain't nothin changed set it off I let the brains hang Guess who's back
The life of a thug nigga, might need gloves But you will never know With a price on your mug And fight strips snug right around your hands Niggas
beams And in my dreams I hear motherfuckers screamin What is the meaning, when thugs cry? [Chorus: singers] Oh why, children send your child off to die In the streets of chalk where they lie Let
hardcore, you want some more reason that I'm squeezin your girl (You never please her!) So I pleased, then I threw her in the gutter Cut her off, my wisdom
battle me? I insist that we Toss up a coin - head's up, now let's kick off The Hip-Hop Superbowl, see who'll get picked off Not me, I'ma win by a mile
t gotta promote it, for you to know that Doc is off the benches [Eminem] We keep the party rockin off the hinges We ain't showin off, we're just goin off
sleep, they showed my things, I aint really wanna see They showed me flashbacks of murder scenes, bodies bubblin, in acid tubs, with they feet head and hands cut off
Ginger Bread Man I cut ya new case, and tell her ass "catch me if you can" Don't let your people feel your awkward I tame I'm not lame Get gassed up to
niggas, we leave early, cock back surely open up your fade, your grey brain meets motor city pave your nervous system still twitch off Jay Z hoes and animals skirts get murked don't ever let
heard me? Even though I'm real ghetto and shit Ya heard me? I got a g niggas shoot that ace Ya heard me? Your ass bettin' I'm gonna cut your face Ya heard