other day, man, down on the track And guess what, the hoe was jockin the gold kick spins [Jed] D-Loc, we need to put somethin out for these fool bitches
the phone games we'll be fuckin I kiss like the french therefore my tongue in your ear Do it like the dogs do it girl and pull on your hair For me a different
Verse 3: (Curren$y) Yeah, yo ma I hatin' or nothin' But if you waitin' for a dude to do you good then you waitin' for nothin' You need to get wit' a playa
is an army and we gonna ride til' we die [Chorus x2]: Krazy Y'all niggas wanna hate on me (on me) My soldiers time to die for me (for me) Hold ya guns
League] You crave for me, mentally blown And physically known you at home Beggin' to bone about 7 miles from the jeweler, uh H-Class for the stones,
s lantern Searchin' for the truth in caverns A physical man fightin' phantoms Sinkin' in the ocean by leagues and fathoms A watery grave for an honorin
gone I lock eyes with my partners and know that it's on Am I, ready to die for a God I've never seen? (No) Ready to die for an idear or dream (Nah) And
t tell me shit Spirits walking with me I close my eyes and follow I live for today I might not see tomorrow I heard it all before All the lies and excuses
loud in the street You love your simple ways, you hate your life That's full of lies, So eat the fruit Of your actions, and take my hand Now I'll be waiting for
I can't believe in you I can't believe in you - no! I remember the times When we were young And all we did was just for fun And I loved you - ooh -
classic hoe that you love to hate maybe that you love to date that can make a man break get in close and then flip like a pancake she todl lies the same
feel Smell of little lies. Menace, Confusion Backwardness, Irritation Yeah, we feel the pain Oh, it's not O.K Nothing changes here Nothing's good for
At Him They're Scheming Bad Things Ted Is Honest, A Fool Who Just Can't See The Truth BRIDGE CHORUS (Thanks to Spirit for these lyrics)
moppin' the floor. I don't know but I gots the hunch that it's almost time for lunch. Smokina' cigarettes in the parking lot, all the homies tellin' lies
burning down Open your eyes, you work for the system You're a tool, I can't take the lies And if you believe them you're a fool Can't you hear the cries
If we run this race we'll be dead in the ground Victim Used as a pawn Suffer your fate for the king Supremist Fool that you are Blind hate you can't
only friend I pop my clip off in her as soon as I got out the pen [Verse 1: Agerman] First of all, Ain't got no time for these bustas, Smilin all in