, I don't need it But I'll sell what you got, take the cash and I'll keep it Eight legs to the wall, hit the gas, kill them all And we crawl and we crawl and
me when we textin I ball ba ba ball and pop pa pop bub I'm just looking for some love in the club 143 I la la la love you [x4] 143! [Verse 1] Ride with
volume) We hit the clu6,shoot the clu6, tear the clu6 up (volume) So you should hit the floor Get low and shut up (volume) Hit the floor Get low and shut
s hit the club, I rarely sip but pour me some 'Cause when it's all said and done I ain't gon' be the one that she can always run to I hate liars, fuck
your phone yeah but tell them b-tches that you'll always be my missus and the hardest part about the f-cking business is minding your own uhh, and everytime I try and
bestfriends and my mama too you're really creeping me out and will you leave it alone dont be suprised if i just go ahead and cut off the phone and you
are you happy? You're sticky on a plate Oh listen turn this tv up around Dont die, you're a she tat! Chains and shackles Boo hoo hoo run the motha fuckin
just not ready yet.What chick you know drive a stick, sick in the kitchen and look like this.So if your serious, serious about loveing me This ain't no hit and run
Hands in Brooklyn croos that Bridge tuck your goods in niggas get shot locked down wear im from stick ups turn to shoot outs niggas you better run! Run! run! run
hoes, ?What up, ma? I'm X? 'Cause you know how this goes, come on, ma, I'm X We just chill, sat and talk to the first light And for the first time,
the world and I'm flyer than the eagle And she a weapon and I know she kinda Lethal My flow sicker than cancer Need chemo And as the world turns Yeah I hit
and grab my motherfucking clip Then I'm a break out the door cause I'm mad like fuck And I'm pissed off and like get your ass and stick you up I'm broke
make up me money, weed run me And headed for broke, smokin' the bong Hit that bong wrong, make a me cough and choke To the real OT's loc strong BONE
and be quick with it, be crack hit it with the lyrical accuracy and harmony I'ma see who I ain't fuckin' with the Midwest you could try attackin' me and
on TV, navigatin through the streets dog, keep it real the beat that ain't no secret, jump outta the G car, run up and the liquors gon' hit the freezer
then you probably gon see a million, Thug Nation, fuck these doubters, yea they said that he'll never make it, and he's running wild and doin this and
shots, oh... [Lay] And we gon ride, and we gon ride... [Both] Bone Thugs, Mo Thugs, Thugline! [Lay] And we gon ride, and we gon ride, and... [Both] We
done Not done like???, just down for a hit and run So they're for come do me if you got tittie's and butt And you'll enjoy the fuck, it takes a while '