Lyrics:
your fate and I pray you don't end up in a lake
Do whatever it take, so many mistakes we made
But we gon' all get it right once we down by
Chorus til fade
Outro: Krayzie
That's right nigga Bone Thugs N Harmony up in this muthafucka 2002
I ain't gone say we back 'cause we neva left this
I Made You!
Yes I Made You!
Mr. Potatohead I Made You!
I Made You!
I Made You!
Mr. Potatohead I Made You!
there's no batteries in my back
I show you
we're all in Space
You're orthodox, a pillar of your Creed
I'm a Space-alien, or so you've decreed
By the way, Mr. Man, you've got it all wrong,
a lil' more
Miss Donda, if you see my mama, tell her I'm lost
You see, she'd always light a cigarette, we talk, I would cough
Exaggeratin' a lil' bit so
freedom ain't free, we got to do it together
That means (what?), by whatever means necessary
I'm doing God's work, so that means I'm too blessed to worry
You still stuck around and stayed by my side
What really hurt me is I broke your heart
Baby, you a good girl and I had no right
I really wanna
[Mr. Lil One]*Talkin*
Yo this is what we fin to do
[Chorus: Mad One (Mr. Lil One)]
Let's ride ride, slip and slide
(From my side to your side)
scream out "yes", naw
(Mr. Lover)
Sugar
Sweet, succulent and fine
A twinkling eye on my darling divine
I love the way you move all the way you're designed
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
Right, Mr. Right, Mr.Right for now
Mr Right, Mr. Right, Mr.Right for now
V2
We’re temporary, You ain’t someone that I miss
But for a night you make
all
(Remix, baby)
I told her that I'm celibate ain't fuck in 'bout a week (I lied)
Psych, bitch, I lied, you can ride me to this beat (to this beat)
I
on green she a go
Take a nigga down cus we heard that he was having
Pull up with 20 shooters
I ain't talking Ray Allen
Pop up at his crib
He would
right here in my car
So who wan war lil' bih? Mans in the comments
You ain't got content, please stop talkin'
And I cant say that I ain't see it
Dont you wanna
Talk about it a lil bit
Floss for a lil bit
'Cause i'm just getting right into the thick of it
Here's a story, guess who's telling it
neva hurt me Mr. Hater Hater Hater
rep yo city rep yo city
rep yo city rep yo city!
rep yo city rep yo city
rep yo city rep yo city!
Lil Haiti we here
friends I ain't leaving alone
Baby girl you can home with Mr. C'mon
Ain't nuttin better than Chevy dat right.
Two sumn tryin to do sumn baby got a load
I need them dol la la laLars and a lot aight
We talking devils food baby this ain't Valentine's
Bags off these hoes black Santa time
And you know
your head, like I got your ass on record
Tune, don't be so cruel, Tune don't be so rude
Nah, fuck that, fuck these lil niggas, fuck these lil dudes
By
Catch Him At The Park Joggin
Told My Lil One
Dont Wax Him Yet Mr Miyagi
A Price On His Toe Tag
Sold His Soul Illuminati
Worth A Couple
You still stuck around and stayed by my side
What really hurt me is I broke your heart
Baby, you a good girl and I had no right
I really wanna
Chorus til fade
Outro: Krayzie
That's right nigga Bone Thugs N Harmony up in this muthafucka 2002
I ain't gone say we back 'cause we neva left this
the game down now, sorry Mr. Charlie
Ayy, she say you so motherfucking hood
But you ain't no motherfucking good
Might be right, gift and a curse, I take
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