have did some things, we should've never did But we both know it takes more just to apologize, boy But from what I'm feelin' inside, boy I'm yours, and boy
s summertime. And she?s received an anonymous call coming straight from a faceless lover. She feels sick On the other corner there?s this gentle boy
they can touch beats from Fresh i get What make 'em think they can compete with this hot boy clique This haterism goin on and the world makin me sick
out Bring the Benz out, bring the Aston-Mart' out Porsche Box' or the drop top Ferrar' out Bring the old school six-fours out 'Til the four doors out,
When they said the name Journalist you wasn't listenin Change the condition of the Range that you sittin in Pull out the pistol in, shoot out your Michelins Leave you in your boy
[Verse 1: Thug Addict] If i go out in this bitch I'ma die like a soulja I'm taking ten motherfuckers with me ya feel me I ask the lord to forgive me
clothes, your car or your hair. He's a Mama's boy who ain't got a Mom anymore, so run and hide cos he's gonna start an all-out war. But then from nowhere
it comes to being a man, shit I'm barely getting my feet wet Trying to hit reset knee deep in debt Trying to figure out how to feed a mouth that ain't
and singin' but these out-of-shape suckas need exercise! So I'm a get up in their mental. I'm a work 'em out over the instrumental! Give 'em a criminal
your debt But you had to pay the consequence (But you had to pay the consequence And blood splattered all on the ground - it made my ass sick I watched her fall
boy, that's the damn whoadie Looking at the time, I see platinum eyes Roley Holla at the Eat Em boys, out the Acres Home It's the boy Killa, and I'm
G'eah, Boss Hogg Outlawz Serve & Collect nigga [Hook: x2] (I'm a Hogg), I'm out that H-Town Texas where the Outlawz hang We braided and grilled out,
You said they laid out lots of coke, you you dont know how much you did. Now you dont want me to go home, because your afraid you might get sick, just
my mamma I'm too trill [Hook: Z-Ro] Iiiiii'm too trill, too, too too real All about my dolla bills and even if I tried I could never fall off too much
it takes a fall, a leap of faith, risk it all, a goodbye so you can begin A second chance, a brand new start, Find your way out of the dark, against all
friend, for you'll find At the end that a suitable Moral lies there [Chapter I] One day his mother said When Pierre climbed out of bed -Good morning, darling boy
I'm a boss boy It's the U Cheeks and I ain't talkin bout that nigga from the Lost Boys The barrel was too big, you had to see the fall You had to see
dirty money so respect me or fall But I'm saving all my checks, I'm investing 'em all They say, what goes up is gon' definitely fall Even the stars work