Let's go outside lights are cold your pride won't you hold guilty angel lights that shine let's go outside and see let's go outside when the inside
Let's go outside lights are cold your pride won't you hold guilty angel lights that shine let's go outside and see let's go outside when the inside'
there spot we gon kill 'em It's all simple math, now add it to automatic It's filled to the tip of the clip I let it rip Now run, cover your mother it's
I Ain't Ever Wanna Let You Go So I'm Callin To Let Ya Know That I Ain't Ever Wanna Let You Go That's Why I Called You To Let You Know [Bridge] Baby
you can't stand it, don't go outside Cause it's hot I got the stuff to call your bluff and pull your card and nowadays it's all these dick kids, that
(feat. Khao) Umm, yes, yes, yes, y'all Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride Sho nuff Let's ride, let's ride [Mr. G Stacka] I'm Mr. Everyday Chiefer Full
between the place I'm in and where I want to be Faith won't wait kid so what's it gonna be Forget it and let it go take no as the answer Or if you choose
red phantom bullshittin, the 25 steeb curbes The B S H just blaze in this muthafucka The cars outside, the caves in this muthafucka I should let off a
trust neara' motha' fucker to know where you live, Cuz your frien's turn to your foes, Bullets holes in the crib, It's a trip, how the tables have turned
me the game aint fair yeah i used to let it cheat me but never beat me remember willy mack and young zeeky? (?) James and (?) dog yeah they still wit me That's
you stared in my face asking me could you go I'm agreed said sender everything'll go smooth just tell her what to do and everything'll go through Strapped
came here tonight just to rock for you So let's a rock y'all, and get dowwwn Let's take a trip on a funky merry-go-round You see, round and around and
I will not follow a trend, Go call your boss, I put a hot hollow in him, I never lost, I'm cooler then Chicago's wind, Butter's soft in the Benz and
or wrong Let's take a trip to the other side The other side, the other side The other side Everybody talking Lil' Rob this, and Lil' Rob that Well there's
with the IQ of a fetus, social IQ twenty-five; you know that I mean this. Between his DVD?s clogged arteries and MP3?s, he?s got this antisocial mental
magazine in magazine after magazine let every shot go let the shit flow ?cause the show must go on and on and on you?re it bro but it?s sad to know when
And rip these stictches while I introduce this piece of... [Verse 2: P.O.S.] Yeah stand back (stand back) Let me be the target, let your bullett hit, I'll handle that Let