This tension keeps me turning With this conscience barely thinking Sometimes it's hard for me to believe That I'm the only one that's wrong And there
This tension keeps me turning With this conscience barely thinking Sometimes it's hard for me to believe That I'm the only one that's wrong And there'
of their dreams, stand alone When I zone nothing coming between, let's get money The trick is to flip money, double up Dirty or legit money, it's all
like The Metro Section I spit petrol like gas nozzles Bang wid my thangs nigga, you the last models From the Garden to the creep module I'm off the bottle makin' money
you slide where them Dirty boys hide And I was hypnotized when a young playa saw (um,um) Your pretty brown eyes And I apologize if I came to hard Trying to get between
Without their loving kindness, I don't know what I'd do. Oh the wine bottle's half empty- The money's all spent. And we're a cross between our parents
there I'm stayin' I do alot of jokin' but I'm not playin' [Verse Three: Da Advokids] Far from a role model, I pop and throw bottles Throw hollows out
Look here 'Sheed Pretty Mike shanked Two Face Al, over some gal Found the body dead in the isles Death by strangulation, microphone cord, a dirty
the weekend (let's go) It's a dirty game, and rule number one you never spend clean money on a dirty dame (yeah) Bitches pointing like "Oh, he Kiss!"
huh nigga) Crank that bitch off the chain Yeah, ya'll niggas know what time it is PT in the house (nigga) A yo and this is for everybody bustin' bottles
streets smokin crack What you give life is what it gives you back Cause money in the ghetto ain't nothin new But when you get the money gotta know what
i shot a black beauty, and i kissed her right between the eyes. well willard's knocked out on a bottle of heat, drivin' dangerous curves across the dirty
the curb And get to rappin fast with the words I'm just a little bastard concerned so I stall on niggaz And stick to the bottom, of bottle to feel my
you give life is what it gives you back 'Cause money in the ghetto ain't nothin' new But when you make the money gotta know what to do Buy you a business
if you slide where them Dirty boys hide And I was hypnotized when a young playa saw (um,um) Your pretty brown eyes And I apologize if I came to hard Trying to get between
[B.G.] Me the B.G., and Baby my fuckin rounds Two livin legend paper chasers from uptown Bout money and bitches, puttin haters in ditches We roll in trucks
huh nigga) Crank that bitch off the chain Yeah, y'all niggas know what time it is Pt in the house (nigga) A yo and this is for everybody bustin' bottles
