Lyrics:
up
Put down yea right there they got left
I stay with the gun, you run up on me,
Then I'm blowin' mine like a genius
I'm fly with that heat like
the front door
We better go through the back
See, that was back then, now look where we at
Straight to VIP, my niggaz, man we deep
You gonna go by 2 or 3
showed
Now I'm alone til I hear a knock at the door
I look and its you
You take off your clothes you know how it goes
When sun goes down
You'll be gone but
Let's get down to the nitty gritty
Let's get this show on the road
I'll show you mine if you show me yours
I'm breathing hard - open the door
Chorus
one Friday on the side of the road in L.A.
My man Wes says hey, "I got a bitch in San Diego"
"Cool", I said, "I'll see ya in a couple days
I'm gonna
I'm bout to make a name for us
Down down that long road we go
so much time gone by been on my own
3 shots from the chrome leave ' em on the floor
Bouta
niggas, yeah, you know they on the road (road)
Give me the loot (give me the loot), give me the loot (give me the loot)
These bitches drop it down like my
comin'
you can't stop me
you can't stop me
I'm comin'
I'm comin'
Batton down the hatches and latch the doors
you wanna to try to match my wits with yours?
Sin City
There's no turning back
Once Macka's on the track
I'm like Jack Frost
With a heatwave of new shit
(One, two, three, four...)
So back off as I
they know and shit
And on that note, I keep it G
Like track four, "Kick in the Door" by Notorious B.I.G.
Don't believe me, look that shit up, I
him an' me
And he just looked disgusted an' pointed toward the telephone
I called up the station down the road a ways
And he said he wasn't very
sawed off
I'll knock on ya door and shoot ya motherfuckin' head off
See murder a real fuckin' natural born killah for realah my nigga
I'm badder
cutthroat like that, nigga, I got it out the mud
That's on gang
(Keise On Da Track)
MO-motherfuckin'-3
Down by the river (that river)
That's where I
the harassing
Get a check and I gotta go cash it
Can't fuck up a package
I pull up with rayted Star
Close the door make a movie we rated R
I'm the life
Three backends by the morning and I just walked out the bank
Told em I quit I cant
Promise I'm never gone change
Big dawg inside of my gang
Shaquille
takes up the pounding of the enemy forward positions…
War Correspondent 3:
And as the shells screamed down and the walls collapsed in gray powder around
opinions but holding laryngitis
See I don’t hear ‘em, I’m a winner by law
Track em down like the subway
When they sub par
Sub-zero everytime I jump in
my head spin
Shaking like a violin
Once I make it past the tracks
I'm ready for no looking back
Almost there
Sky is black
Paper Planes and window
I'm saying, the vet, not the pet
Dig this here man
Like my nigga Cashball, you know what I'm saying, me and DeAnte say
Man, it's "stacks, tracks
in the Buick
Three up front, three in the back
I'm trying to get my dreaming back on track
Trying to get my credit back to black
Once credit was
in the Buick
Three up front, three in the back
I'm trying to get my dreaming back on track
Trying to get my credit back to black
Once credit was
the phone
The moon's shining down on orchard road
And I'm feeling like a schoolboy again
And tonight
I'll see you in my dreams of orchard road
teach them in the schools?
Who'd make the beggers keep in line? Learn them all the rules?
Who's tell us whitewash windows? When to take down doors
somebody else instead
Down the highway, down the tracks
Down the road to ecstasy
I followed you beneath the stars
Hounded by your memory
And all your
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