you see Girl I would kill for you Steal for you Girl I would do time for any crime To prove my life is true Girl I would kill for you Steal for you
Things you never had before I'll give you them and so much more I will go as far as you need just to make you see Girl I would kill for you Steal for
think about the funk before you say that you want it Because we came to do a show and we do it legit And we packed along a posse just to kill up shit
(Krazy) What what what what what (Chorus) (Krazy) Who talkin noise? We makin noise 504 boy Playin with them big toys (X4) (Mac) Look Motherfuckers its
be awarre we don't carre Do you like us? [Chorus] No, no, I know y'all ain't say no uh oh be back in a minute wit dat chrome 4-4 and when I get back
ice You rev like the Dodge Daytona with the pipes My empires strikes back for tigas and Jedis Lyrics that kill rhymes, 2 to the 4 5 My soul is the soul
I'm a suicide driver, never been a liar If I don't kill you later, I'm a kill you manana You don't want no problems You don't want no drama Nigga I'm
burning up the villiage nigga life is a bitch Somes I set the tags and name on the wall you fucking snitch So you'll make a switch on how you're gang
V-Town in the motherfucker, situation dirty and shit Killa, yeah Today's out to be recognized [Verse 1] I got that nigga for about 4 zones, had to
you pussies like group sex You get six-hundred and sixty-six years imprisonment for bitin off another nigga's shit, you bitch You got caught, now you
a hundred and eight mic's "Son, yo son did you see that kid yo? Yo, yo, Chill out man, chill out. Yo son did you, yo son he pulled it out..." Five digits
crack in a basement Crack heads stand adjacent Anger displacement Two step arangements You were a still born baby Mother didn't want you, but you were
if you hit the glass (yo switch it cas) I can change the flow Yo you the type of cat that give my name to po po You a rat, you a lame with no doe Push
kill wit this young ballaz on alcohol, that'll peel yo shit don't try to act like you hardcore knowin you ain't Mafia's ready fo war bringin the yellow tank
boys gon feel Gotta give you sumthin that you boys gon feel Gotta give you sumthin that you boys gon feel Gotta give you sumthin that you boys gon feel
Clebourne In the city, where the shitty niggas quick to give you A ticket to the morgue (nigga) after they kill you Fuck the penn, cause if I go again
(feat. Gotti) Yo, yo what's up nigga You know the streets is a jungle You gotta survive out here You need a strong mind to do the shit I do You ever
I'm with that (Get on it) (The music just turns me on) [VERSE 4: Tha Chill] I run you wreckless when I see that you are fake Leave you breathless,
