a change on you, so hard to keep friends Seem like I can't find nobody, but I ain't got no ends Niggas a change on you, that's why we get these hoes Soon
a change on you, so hard to keep friends Seem like I can't find nobody, but I ain't got no ends Niggas a change on you, that's why we get these hoes
these hoes Soon as a nigga got a little somethin', it's when they let me know A brother done changed on you [Verse 2: Young Buck] I'm all by myself
Niggas a change on you, so hard to keep friends Seem like I can't find nobody, but I ain't got no ends Niggas a change on you, dat's why we bet these
bout who don't buck a shit Yeah I gave you a classic in my day view Cashflow for the hoes I bought (straight to) You wanna ride you can't be actin like
hustlas thieves and prostitutes Young homie think before you shoot Murderer [Hook] It's a crazy mixed up world It's the end of the world It's a crazy
Y2K And if I don't die today, Im'a try an change the world [Hook 2x] [Wish Bone] You need a lesson you can love our rappin But they try an ban it,
hot, I got a two-shotter pump Just to get a nigga bumped and put up in the trunk If you wanna get tough enough, you get bucked, blast Put him on down
home if you know this song [Hook] If you wanna ride with us, you gotta be down to bust If you wanna ride with us, talking to my G's and hustlers If you
Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brook! Brook! Brook! [Fabolous:] Im Righthere Big Ya Boy Sit'n On Top Like A Hair Wig Bed-Stuy Fly
vocals to a million [Verse 2: Neef] Hell ya its Neef Buck Nuttin change, same ball Lost a couple, but ain't shit I got more D.U.N.S's wear your damn
ridin through Fifth Ward Lookin for the Rap-A-Lot office Tryna kick a flow and hopin Rap-A-Lot offers me a deal Had to keep it trill so I can bust Like
many of them boys is witcha' When you had that little TV you had to hit on to get a picture I'm walking with a snub Cause niggaz do a lot of slick talkin
Put yo' face on a fresh tee sendin' that ass to the morgue Better be cool if you don't, that's all on you. [Bullet Proof:] 16 worth a mill my whole clique
any change left I toss ya on down ta tha west, An' let (westside!!) tha road ride down on ya California, love is what ya crave so on ya grave it's gon
on a fresh tee sendin' that ass to the morgue Better be cool if you don't, that's all on you. [Bullet Proof:] 16 worth a mill my whole clique push dope