Lyrics:
to me
You wanna get in? Put a sucker's head out
Sound a little hot for you, boy? Then, toy, get out
Syndicate mob ain't nothin but hardened crooks
You
I don't see that I'm strong, then I won't be
This is what my daddy told me
I wished he would hold me
A little more
Than he did
But he
down chimney
You're more than a gift to me
Holly merrily 'tis the sea
Son be caroling
Out your window
So I know you hear
Why I'm so filled with cheer
A business trip
She said
Or some girlfriends wanted me
I waited less on the couch
Watching TV
And more in bed
Dreaming of Bible stories
My Father had taught me
getting bigger (Bigger)
Couldn't care less that you making 6 figures, boy
Watch out for that 'cause it could get little (Rrrah, Give a fuck)
People can take
Of listening to the sound of my tears
(Turn around)
Every now and then I get a little bit nervous
That the best of all the years have gone by
(Turn around) Every
Of listening to the sound of my tears
(Turn around) every now and then I get a little bit nervous
That the best of all the years have gone by
(Turn around)
think it's 'bout time little Layzie let 'em know now.
Take it to the streets and let the pump, pump go pow!
Take my style, let me show you how I go
Rosey, how are you?
Jackie, hey man, that's really out of sight
Well, thanks, Rosey wow, you sure are big
Well, you know
Being big get me into a lot
off with valuables
Hot flips now we're bringing more than food to the table
Shot kids fall like dominoes doomed from the cradle
Murder flows through our
This is dedicated to all them fuck
Ass lists you left me out
All them conversations 'bout New York
I wasn't mentioned, like I moved or something
desperate
And everything is less black and white
This time isn't really a this time, though
Because the deeper I fall back into this addiction
The more I come
and shells in the lambskin
Two deep by Pelle Pelle
Westside how they felly fell
More G's on me, than a late 80's Gucci leather
Worn by the great Rakim
ya Oprah and jeans
Seems to me a little lean cuisine
Wouldn't hurt much, hot don't touch
And this is my favorite song
Now sing along, when the DJ
on sight, put the laser to your fitting
When I play it, don't witness them, they get bodied by the fittest
Grizzly with the hands, I try to have me a minute
said he's lookin' for a man
to move some old cars around
maybe me and Marie could find a burned-out
van and do a little settlin' down
Aw, but I'm
said he's lookin' for a man
To move some old cars around
Maybe me and Marie could find a burned-out
Van and do a little settlin' down
Aw, but I'm
thought
The cute little boy from down the street
Would fall in love with me
It's like a number one dream come true
To have somebody you love love
Got a circle of success you can say I'm way around it
Yeah and by the way my name is Touch????
[Verse 2 - Birdman]
Uptown roller, take it off
I bet you're wonderin' how I knew
'Bout your plans to make me blue
Some other guy you knew before
The two of us guy, woo
Took me by surprise I
brother could do no wrong and I became
The Invisible Boy, the proverbial 'black sheep' and
I soon figured out that red and black don't mix.
The beatings I
One, two, one, two, this is how we do it. From Brooklyn
City boy. City boy. City boy. City boy
Get rich boy
If I was you, I would hate me too. I am
bridges
You little bitches
When all your love is lost
And burning bridges can't be crossed
Lord won't you let me know
Or give me one more reason to go
I'm messin' with your style
You make me wanna explore
The way you rock those faded jeans
You know I adore
So come a little closer, baby
Give me some
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