Fooling around It's one of those lazy days I sit here by myself Though we could really move Could really move I just fool around Fooling around Fooling around
motherfucker trying to duck an early grave In the city where ya can't tell the snakes from the fakes Fakes from the phonies, enemies of homies Around
Dru Down, Swoop G, Cydal) Ha, ha. Eh, eh, eh, eh. Get out my face. Check it. Mobb shit bitch. Lynch Mobb mane. Eh, eh. The Lu-Lun-iz 3 Times me
tryna make a dollar out off 15 cents) say Juve went back now is you goin back (man Juve thats my dawg but I aint rockin like that) [Verse 3: B.G.] I
made-up name you dudes is fool's coke, man I'm straight up caine from the roof to the booth- got that radar aim Ar-15's that'll fucking tear y'all frame
step in the booth they scream like they all tend to cheer (?) dungeon D-boy here in effect mode like Who's to Love it? so slow motion like 3 wheels and
on my streets 1300 block, magazine 40 in the kitchen cookin, ice cream Zippers, zones, her-on and hubba rocks Gotta little kids to the front yard runnin around
hear me?) [Police] (You have 15 seconds to put your weapons down and come out with your hands up. 15...14...13...12...11...10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3
of a sudden her face just froze and her eyes got big as hell. The message said hey baby, suprise surprise, Girl im free. I'll be home around 3. But it was alredy 3:15
cuz we bustin' slugs We sure to stay in touch and clean your mess up And if you from the West Coast, my n*gga westside [Verse 3: Nas] Game got at me
duds, cuz we bustin' slugs We sure to stay in touch and clean your mess up And if you from the West Coast, my n*gga westside [Verse 3: Nas] Game got
t be phony Tellin' these hoes that I love 'em You think you're tough fool Look at your ?, hey, they groupies Nigga, don't give a fuck Wanna know 'bout better things That fool
way that is iz As long as I'm around I don't play that shit This is for all my dogs on my block Hustling from 5 around the clock (Hook 1) (Hook 2: Guerilla
's a made-up name you dudes is fool's coke, man I'm straight up caine from the roof to the booth- got that radar aim Ar-15's that'll fucking tear y'all
my main trouble was years wrapped tightly above a bottomless pit. Centered around your weakness your nightmares became mine. Running with sheppards, always the fool. Wrapped around
And about ten of the homeboyz on smash Get to smashin' First mother fucker moves Nigga we blastin' I'm a gangsta ass nigga D-P till the fool's bangin'
no arm I kick rocks you lame Lyrics so sick you form a voice spear round ya dame [CHORUS] [Verse 3:] Now off top im Bohagon Im a fool don?t flex Understand
to handle this muthafuckin shit. We gonna set the muthafuckin record straight. UGGGH. There they go There they go There they go UGGGHHH! Pass me them thangs Lets Get Em! 3
