Lyrics:
good, right up in my face
Wish fucka would, have something to say
I've been hood, time for an upgrade
I'm one of a kind (Oh baby)
One helluva life (So
goes home, greets her friends
And goes right upstairs
And calls him on her video phone
Three to six-o-clock just flies so fast
When there's so much
That
say no, I got some plans for the night
And then I stop - and say all right
Love is kind of crazy with a spooky little girl like you
With a boy like me
down by the races
And in other desperate places
Helping rich men part with payslips
On the prayer they'd get it back
Down in Flea Street he first met
3 to a 5 (Ay)
Got a beat that could beat you alive (Yea)
I see right through that disguise (Ay)
Get him pissed then he meet you outside (Ay)
Better do
oh, baby, how about you?
well, I met you on a cold
twenty-three-year-old kind of a night
in that sad old town
you loved me right away—or so you always
diamonds around your wrist right I'm Tryna hip you to these moves that I make the rules that I break and the ones that I play by speak my mind so you know my
this kind of love
Was built for one another
And we're so lucky we're among the few.
And if we had three wishes wonder what we'd wish for
We'll walk
"Thug Music Plays On"
[Wish]
"bone" [X16]
[Layzie]
"New millenium Bone, Thugs...and Harmony"
[Krayzie]
"It don't stop" [X3]
"The thugs is in
play us for weak
Okay, I been up for some days
I ain't got time to lay
Just to drown out all these thoughts
I tried all kind of things
If I take you
Let me tell you 'bout a girl I know
Had a drink about a hour ago
Sitting in a corner by herself, in a bar in downtown Hell
She heard a noise
Let me tell you 'bout a girl I know
Had a drink about a hour ago
Sitting in a corner by herself, in a bar in downtown Hell
She heard a noise
One time fi di mandem
It's an anthem
Anthem
On dem
One time fi di mandem
It's an anthem
Anthem
On dem
One time fi di mandem
Yes3 mo money, mo
Mont
Yeah
You already what I do
(What do you do?)
I'm stackin' the bands, I'm needin' that shit in advance
3k for a verse, I'm not rockin' the clan
Yeah, I'm just a hustler on the go
Out here get my propers don't ya know
I'm livin' kind of comfortable, large mail and all yeah
And a jealous
actin' funny
You're the kind of girl that makes (uh huh)
Everybody feel that you're just so damn good
So damn good (ha ha)
But your secrets I found
For the last eight years rode around in a Mercedes
Lexus, trucks, drop-Vette, Caddy
Bitches don't call me by my name they call me daddy
Chorus
One time only, if you don't
Get it right this time, tough shit, tough shit,
Everybody ready, tell me when, say when your
Rolling here, a one,
things?
I tried to go the so-called right way
And went to a JC but I wasn't getting paid
I'm working at a chicken stand now with the chicken
With
of niggas ain't right
Get out the car if you ain't gone ride one of the real you not my kind
Ain even got no friends lately been running my racks up
Four O
What's going on?
Different kind of things are up in my zone
Feel a little stressed about my life is all
Waiting til six before I enter the parking
FOE by any means
It was Me, Spikes3, DreDaDon, and my boy KingT
Everyday we chased the lettuce and got to the green
I ain't gone lie all of that money
things first!
Let's check the prescription.
One by one!
The name and the proportion
Precisely!
According to a description
Step by step!
Make sure
To talk about yesterday
But tomorrow ain't right
Today is the day
Because the thoughts
The feelings are now
Calm down inside
I'll be by your side
Look in
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