Lyrics:
straight to the money call me blue face
Thirty make you do the running man, call it Tay Kay
One rat, kill a hundred men, call it trey way
One gat, If it
just ate
Riffin, she got to be to work by eight
This must mean she ain't tryin to wait
Conversate, sex on the first date I state "You know what you do
got my groove back
Dudes act like they don't know what a chair is
Sit your ass down before we both get embarrassed
If you don't know Strange, you don't
by red and the blue like a clipper
I hold up the gang and I look like a sixer, I keep me a K, but this ain't no kicker
I focus the field, I'm not
the program
Come to the shows and play this jam every night
That's how you get to be down with the Too Damn Hype
Too damn hype
Too damn hype
And all the people
Baby Joe gon' shoot
If you go broke now they ain't gon' do shit for you
Can't give up now, nigga this the life I choose
Back in 8th grade, I swear I
the house blows
(Cover your scars with your leather if that's what you choose)
(Alone by yourself you'll be singing the blues, blues, blues, blues
and Rick
Divine sent, can't mess with the mindset
Come run with us, December 1999 said
It's all because of you (ha ha, ha ha)
I'm feelin' sad and blue
the makin'
Freaks is everywhere for the takin'
Blues is in the air if you sin' it
Happiness come back if you brin' it
I'm havin' me a good time my lady
the makin'
Freaks is everywhere for the takin'
Blues is in the air if you sin' it
Happiness come back if you brin' it
I'm havin' me a good time my lady
screwed
She sending me pictures they naught and nude
No you not my family but we inna feud
Eyes on the paper route them joints is glued
When i get in my jam
hunnies wearing silk robes
Time to flip the script, bust the whip
Legend with the chip, dark blue with my trunk dipped
To the feds, catch me if you can
I'm
to the block with a pan
Rockets a pop if you playin'
Socker Boppem like I'm back in the day
And it stay with the Aye...
But the "A" only come with the "K" with
PC Speaker:
My flows hit you at straight eighty eight,
Miles Per hour that's enough to generate,
One point twenty one jiggawatts son,
And I'm
the turf (what?)
Maybe I'll tap your gla**, I got some cheers for you
For they yak can't hold me back
So baby, wha**up with that? (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Never influenced by movements of what the cultures doing
If it ain't congruent wit my dreams I can't get into it
Only time they down with you is if they
Two strikes like I'm bowling
Six shots if you chosen
Ain't sparing these niggas the gun ain't gon jam
I just be fucking dog
I just be drilling it
She be
silk enough to shock ya
Hit you with the fifth, block-a block-a
If I get caught you can bet I'll blow trial
Be downtown swinging, m.o.p. style
Next
what a man's gotta do, John Queue, John Queue
When I'm in a jam give a damn ‘bout the rules, John Queue, John Queue
Verse 2-
If you would've told me
Young nikka shit 8teen
I'm chasin big dreams
Tsm shit on god n u can't make da team
7.62 no blue I bet da laser green
Long live Kobe ik it boa ima laker
and so I
Took 'em away, I never stayed y'all
Called the Flavor Flav to make another record
To get played
He made a jam to get you stammed
Back to back
to ease my mind, swig some wine.
Step on the block when
The rocks what will l be servin' them dummies see
Gotta buck em' on down if he
Come back talkin
choose
I'm tellin y'all niggas, if its not double R
I'mma spell my name out on the side of your car
Come and Ruff Ryde with us
If you wanna get high
heard me what would you keep?
[Loon]
Yo yo if I could go back I wouldn'ta sold no crack
Wouldn'ta never put my hands around no gat
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