Lyrics:
a damn boy
Grab your little nuts just hold them in your hand boy
And never let them get touched by another man boy
Lets watch Martin he the man boy
Who
feelings yeah she be my baby
She be looking at me different as of lately
Ain't no way
She just want me to stay
Hoe its getting late
Get your hands off me
I
across the street
Take your keys and leave you stuck
Throw that rouge up on her lips
Flip the mirror in the whip
Barber razor blade inside that Gucci
by your side (by your side, by your side)
To your union (to the union, to the revolution)
And the hope that you provide (you provide, you provide)
people
But we out here gettin' it
Watch your hands under her dress
We get the feelin' that she's faded and she's willin'
Screaming, "Wolf Gang, whip
She just can't seem to keep her hands off me
She want a piece cause she done heard bout me
But lil mama got ass and she bout her bag
And she know I
there's someone in my house
(911 dispatch) can you please run by your address for me
(woman) 151 shenedoah, shenendoah
(911 dispatch) ma'am where inside
run by your address for me
151 Shenedoah, Shenendoah
Ma'am where inside the house are you
(Oh my god)
Ma'am where inside the house are you
In my
yeah
Real shit, all my thug niggas
Big Pre, Big Chaz, motherfuckin black hands
Check it
[Verse 1]
For the first time in my life, I feel the love from my
burning in the middle of the night
You never see it coming but it feels so right
You try to shake it off and get her out of your mind
Yeah but something...
your dial on 187
Now, some new music by some
Homeboys out of South Central here's ATL
And they called this one livin' like hustlers
Let me start it off
up
This ain't a party, it's a jux, keep your hands up
And I don't care run in the city when the summer come
Yes, I'm a don, Wu forever, and we're still
were like no other
I just hope ya momma love ya, get the addy just for leverage
Send her money for the severance, hand delivered by a savage
With a life
Heavy like balls, niggas I might blow y'all
Your ammo see y'all court block, blowin' up ya ammo
Handle gun on the ledge I might blow his hand off
Inside my ride, put your hand on the wood, good
And tell me lil' something that I really want to hear, baby have no fear
I'll be oblige to the side
on your worksite with cars lining up to keep us in bounds
Hard efforts with no counts against my scoring
My movements are without an error as long
the weeks went by
As eclipse played into your ears you were then freed left life
Death off the air approached you and you were freed left life
Deep down you
Real niggas, stand up (stand up)
Real niggas, stand up
Put your hands up in the air if you never fold
Death before dishonor, yeah, we sticking
Rocking Ricky-O and fucking Marni
Shawty said "Vinci don't play no games with me", took a look at my bitch told her "Sorry"
Just found out that your bitch
you if you brown
Shoot you in cold blooded murder if you black
But tell you join the Army, here's a gun
Invade Iraq
Get em the oil, get maimed by a bomb
to death and they're on your left
Men daring to catch you, slave runners, coming
You heard of a lot of your tribesmen got caught By these men
cnd never
I got the key to the streets
Haters keep speaking they piece
They might needa speak to the piece
I try to hold onto my peace
But I’ll do whatever I
never gone call me
The boys gone pull up
And my boy gone fall for me
Picking up keys like I know how to drive
Met a new piece I keep her on the side
My
between blacks or whites
The vibe is tight big Shaq is on the Mic
So raise up the roof with both your hands wha-wha
And boogie to my pool jam
(Chorus)
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