, And some ya lose, and some ya lose And some ya lose, and some ya lose And some ya lose, and some ya lose And some ya lose, and some ya lose this is
, one day your nobody, next day your nobody dead, Dead! (3x) Turn it up, turn it up, turn it, (4x) And some ya lose, and some ya lose (4x) this is
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And some ya lose, and some ya lose And some ya lose, and some ya lose And some ya lose, and some ya lose And some ya lose, and some ya lose this is not
I seen how them niggas be lookin' at us [Black Rob] Made them hoes approach duke on some "How ya doin shit" Small talk made 'em walk out, thinkin with his *Silence
away for a minute, do some other shit, but bounce right back And when it's on I'm comin strapped, with some shit that'll spit from dusk 'til dawn And
was Mexican And, 217 was the room that she cleaned After me and this queen has said and did everything We traded baths, body massages, laughs Future aspirations and
us Aiyyo, I seen how them niggas be lookin' at us Made them hoes approach duke on some, "How ya doin' shit" Small talk made 'em walk out, thinkin? with his silence
bullets than your favorite wide receiver has caught And that Randy Mossberg, ya Steve Smith & Wesson ya Your shoes pop up like Instant Messenger You've got mail, naw nigga you got shells And
, and will be me Just like that I can go away for a minute, do some other shit, but bounce right back And when it's on I'm comin' strapped, with some
Minute Everything can change In a New York Minute Things can get a little strange In a New York Minute Everything can change In a New York Minute And
the arms come out like sleeves when it?s short Wit more bullets than ya favorite wide receiver has caught And that Randy Mossberg ya Steve Smith and Wesson ya
a pillage in Hamptons, wherever you camped in Ya'll all tied up, you and your damn friends You better get 'em pies up, homey's kill kids And everything
, I seen how them niggas be lookin' at us [Black Rob] Made them hoes approach duke on some "How ya doin shit" Small talk made 'em walk out, thinkin with his *Silence
pillage in Hamptons, wherever you camped in Ya'll all tied up, you and your damn friends You better get 'em pies up, homey's kill kids And everything
