you, it's so hard to let you go All the way up, all the way up to heaven Now I wake up with your voice in my head All the things you said - keep on playing
go All the way up, all the way up to heaven All the way up, all the way up to heaven All the way up, all the way up to heaven All the way up, all the
over, I took it over You got enough stuff in here to send us up for life You got enough stuff in here to send us up for life Mr. Flamboyant [Verse 2:] Mr
all day 7-11 turf for even a lil warmed up in the microwave Hillside for life, always been about my bread Look up to Alick, Rick Young, Too-Shay, Ju Ju
dinner with waffles All concrete all solid no cross artists Here he here he come one come all 40 Water got some real talk for ya'll They put ya big homie
can fuck, they can suck But they ain't getting a god damn thang, from Mr. Way baby H.A.W.K., I know you a pimp motherfucker Scooby, you's a big pimp man
[Intro: Mr. Mixx] Big booty hoes - up wit it! Hoochie mamas - up wit it! Let me see ya touch the ground! [Verse 1: Brother Marquis] I don't know my
y'all! Mr. Mixx! Marquis! Bringin' itback y'all! Break it down now! [Verse 2: Brother Marquis] All alone on a Saturday night Smokin' on a blunt, feelin' all
all know who I am in here. I'm just down here hangin'out with m' boys... Brother Marquis, Fresh Kid Ice, and Mr. Mixx. We're players from way back. We
) Your fast and smooths be way too slow Oh yeah I miss the way you blow, but I could let go See freaky be remindin' me (for where the P click) And Big
frame, third coast keep showin up playa composure from exposure so I keep on pourin up my white cup it's all frosty lovin the way it do me fall straight
**t is still f**ked up y'all And y'all wonder when it's gon' get better and it ain't gon' get better [2Pac] Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do These
all they dead homies Fishin for fake niggaz, observe and shake niggaz The only way to see six figures, is break niggaz Me and Musolini set to ride we high Big
I got a head, but ain't no screws in it. Roll up and get swoll up. Hold up. How ya gonna play me like a sunkin dunkin donut? I ain't came a long way
(feat. MJG) [EightBall] Yeah All my playa niggaz throw your hands up And all my thug niggaz throw your guns up Weak niggaz give your funds up, to these
u outside ima looad da pump up lay down jump up surprise everybody fittin 2 help me wit my come up damn i den made all of yall shit ya jeans dis look
can get u outside Imma load da pump up, lay down jump up Surprise everybody fittin to help me wit my come up Damn I done made, all of yall shit ya jeans
