son tonight I'm clever, only time we party, when we beat a body Or when they free Gotti, so that means never To my niggas in they cell wit a hour of rec Or
Where it at, where it at Where it at, where it at Where it at, where it at Oh do he rhyme with a slug from the shots in his face or Do he rhyme wit a
hoes, man, they guarantee to choose Stop trigger your re-up or you're guaranteed to lose Guarantee you slicker with your hustle, do it like the mob do
I rub the twat, or pickin' up a dub at spots Fuck the hoe thugs, the clubs, and the phony perpetrators with dimes The speed knots match Voo-Do or Die
caribou you know just what to do I called her Bianca then she said, what is that Bianca shit I looked and cracked a smile and said, Bianca means you
and Sweden, Australia Switzerland, Amsterdam, and paris I'm seeing fans in red clothes in Norway and Spain in Monaco we honor thoughs that rep the strange lane couldn't ask for a better life or
him out And he's still selling dope by the big warmer house But what you gon' do when it's all up to you? Stuck in this cell with nothing to do But
Meyers trick or treatin' on Halloween Mashed down in the fatigues servin' the fiends Kill or be killed metal pipes under the sleeve In the city slicker bust checks or
Grow strong, move on, know right from wrong First John, Chapter Two, Verse 15 Do not love the world or anything in the world And we know what that means
, go Yo while they like or not, gotta leave us alone, Hey! Let's tell em "get up off of our ass" n what if don't say? What do they know about love, what
excuse my hands I apologize, they have a one track mind To squeeze on your behind Baby, just excuse my hands Please excuse my hands I?ma do ya like this and do
don't you really love the things you do? Liar No matter what it is, it won't be true Bitch of success You sold your honor For the gold Win or loose
will try again I will catch the train, catch another breath Move back to the piano and let the notes do what they?ll do In honor of you, George, in honor
from our hands I got beats and a plan, I'm gonna do what I can And what you do is question everything they say do Every goal ideal or value they keep
y'all kick the door No, your honor, that must be some old rhyme that I wrote And lyrics sometime, man, they misinterpretate it For example, when I say gun, I mean
honor this love Now I've been dealin' with you since sweet sixteen Woman enough to let you raise me You used to call me daddy's ghetto queen And you still mean
damned by the right Damned if I stand or walk from a fight Damned for the songs I sing Damned my pride is a sinfull thing Damned whether I'm mean or