chillin', Grey Goose chillin', somethin' somethin' chillin', but ya know I'd give it all to be chillin' with yoouuuu chillin with yoouuu(x2) Let me chill
boy That's the outcome messin around with the rudeboy (D is back, D is cool) [CHORUS] Check it out I wanna give a strong 'wussup' To my man McBoo chillin
she can lose that other fellow Pocket full of money and I'm a keep it all I ain't make ya shit rain tell ya bitch to get a job The boy with the X is not
down young girl B4 we smoke this shit,settle down young girl Ya rollin witcha boy ,chillin wit ya boy And this how it is when you fucks withcha boy
look back like Don?t you remember when you couldn?t afford that boy Hey? Sunroof top Chillin by sea With a down south female Like hey? How ya love
for a large amount, And when the beef come you know where to be found, Why I be around till the winner is announced (the winner is), So there ya go girl with thousands in ya
you bleed and take ya last breath Give you pain, and let you get acquainted with death Boy I. [Hook: Havoc x2] Twist ya cap backwards, real niggaz handle
, this is ya boy Mr. Mixx, Marquis, PSK for the 9-5shot y'all! Break it down! We up out this motherfucker. We'll give it to ya on the next shit y'all!
tools and my piece Thug Life motherfucker gotta me runnin' from the police Nigga, you know that's true Catch a nigga like K-Dog, chillin wit a crew Every
it. We could sway him. Huh. As if I know ya. Then I could show ya. But if I don't know, I gotta fo' fo' fo' ya. So, so peep game At point blank range.
bit of homeboys that remain Cause all the rest dead Is there a spot for us go grow? If ya find it I'll be right behind ya, show me and I'll go How
Clap It Up, Clap It Up Clap It Up Now Now Clap It Up, Clap It Up Clap It Up Now [Chorus] Breathe In Take it in slow, let it work up in your soul Take ya
don't work cos I'm also the jinx I'm your worsest nightmare, your truest reality With a touch of mystery, you know who it's gotta be The sinister head minister, risin' over top of ya
, Top Quality, Zone 7) Yes indeed 94 is the season (..this how we do in the Boogie Down Bronx) [3rd Eye] Well, once upon a time, remember when Ya had
simple) eliminate you like Gotti I chill in Bed-Stuy and drive a Mazzeratti With the body of a freak on my side, how am I livin? (How ya livin?) Larger
jumped on the first deal, your label would offer That's why your label's like the legend, of that boy Jimmy Hoffa No one can find ya, man tell me where
[50 Cent] New York City! You are now rapping...with 50 Cent You gotta love it... I just wanna chill and twist a lot Catch suns in my 7-45 You drive me
