Volare, oh oh Cantare, oh oh oh oh Let's fly way up to the clouds Away from the maddening crowds We can sing in the glow of a star that I know of Where
As far as my eyes can see There are shadows approaching me And to those I left behind I wanted you to know You've always shared my deepest thoughts You
best to backtrack and try to act black and live Not to be phony and positive but why be negative? What's the matter G? Black cat got your tongue Fat track
That makes three My laywers getting cash up the ass Don't even ask Why I'm buck wild ? Don't smile don't laugh To the young G's comin up peep game
cool out But they ain't feeling me a mutha fuckin fool 'bout my fuckin cheddar cheese and it pleases, passion of mine Thuggin huggin plenty of G'
[Chorus] Look at the grill [4x] [2x] this for my niggaz with the bank roles (look at the grill on my pimp mobile) this for my niggaz with the pretty
nigga cross that line they gon' die Leave your families clueless, and questionin' why 4-4 bull dogs bark loud, chopper moves crowds Innocent bystanders watch out, them lil thugs act wild [B.G
Boy, I fell off like a bad bag of dope, Ya heard me Ain't nobody wanna holla I done shook back like a 4 and a half heart Now everybody wanna holla If
uhh, yeah, it's Dogghouse y'all [Bad Azz x2] See me, I be about my dollars In my own world, wit my own girls poppin collars I'ma G, we, be up for the
my respect, and I was born to wreck Spit techs, by your rockets threw jets Who's next, to get hit by firepower that's so raw Go play 4-4's ready for war
nigga Boogaloo, while you rest in peace I'm about to act bad, show my ass on these streets Yo my pain run deep, you niggaz still asleep I'm a three time
the S) {Verse 1: Dinco, Milo} Three in this to grass it up like me Besides TNT, see an N and BG My visionary which is skippin on my D-O-G I guess it
's go!!! I know you thought we was finished, Flipmode bitch!!! (G-Unit!!!) Yeah! Streetsweepers!!! REMIX PART THREE!!! REMIX PART THREE!!! REMIX PART THREE
case, pleadin and denyin Man you ain't got to explain yourself, don't tell 'em playa, show 'em (show 'em) Then keep it movin G and act like you don't
C-R-A-I-G Mack is back I've blown the world well known, the man's got it sewn Zoom zoom zoom, zoom za-zoom za-zoom Three years of waiting, now here comes
block [G-BONE] You were slippin' so that ass got mashed on My nigga young Face straight got his blast on So you niggas know it's on with them B.G.'s
, give the nigga ROOM Must be a full moon, here comes a tune Bullets fly by your head zoom zoom zoom (A to the K to the 4 to the 7 Little devils don't
"Kid Capri, plays beats like this.." [x4] [Daddy-O] Take tapes; everybody tapes Everybody buyin tapes that the DJ's make Twenty bucks a pop and they
