Lyrics:
things to come by
But you're real quiet of the times that you called me babe
Oh
Oh
We're many light years away
Many strange things happen in a studio while the mic is live
Yo, yo, yo, yo, get crackin'
It's the one an' only Buc-mutha-fuckin' Fifty
Up
I remember times
Before I lost my mind
I was so love blind
We were both in line
So many nights
Laying by myself
Wondering why
Is it for the best this
Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, this ones to the wall
Ain't no fun like a game of Hardball (So So
gettin slaughtered
How many times you had your homie shot
By the same mutha fucker whose game came from your homies block
Niggas get caught up in the paper
years, too many times
Now I'm strapped with a couple of MACs, too many 9s
If y'all niggas really with me, get busy, load up the semis
Do more than just
years, too many times
Now I'm strapped with a couple of MACs, too many 9s
If y'all niggas really with me, get busy, load up the semis
Do more than just
(repeat 4X) [Hit Squad] The head banger, WHAT?
"Yeahhh, head crack, head crack" -- Grand Puba, Slow Down
(repeat 3X) [Hit Squad] The head banger, WHAT?
Three, four
Chk uhh
Chk uhh
I'm the W-i, double-l-i-am
Linkin' up with the Primo, do it (do it)
He's the T-to-the-a-to-the-b-oh-oh
see
But time moves by nonetheless
'Til the grim reaper's ridin' backseat
Another normal day
Where I try to get back, see
But time moves by nonetheless
How Many (MONEY BOY)
Many (MONEY BOY) Yah
Duc3 yea Duc3Duc3
Yah
How many drinks will it take to bag a Bad bitch
How many checks will it take to Make
kids
How many parties, how many bottles gotta pop?
How many more gots to die?
When this shit gon' stop?
I feel it in my heart, but I plays my part
turn
When it's chasin' me?
Repeat 1
I got to deal with the what is, fuck what if's
Got to put it down and make it right for my kids
How many parties,
cover
With no one runnin' by your side my blood brother
On through the houses of the dead past those fallen in their tracks
Always movin' ahead
(CashMoneyAp)
(VanDough)
I be gettin’ money, tell by the smell (By the smell)
Niggas hatin’, I’m just screamin’, oh well (That’s oh well)
I’m movin
estates been guarded by pit bulls and AK's
I'm straight cookin' them thangs
Movin' weight like I should
'Cause a nigga livin' good
Don't
estates been guarded by pit bulls and AK's
I'm straight cookin' them thangs
Movin' weight like I should
'Cause a nigga livin' good
Don't
Just Call On Me
Better Yet Just Call On Us
It's Easy As A 1-2-3! (1-2-3)
[Verse 3: Lloyd]
No Doubt About It She's A Winner
Gotta Get It Gotta Get It
How
Spanish speaking
Now how many dues must I pay to win
You're angry and you're stressin that oppression
but you judge me by the skin I'm in when
Adam Clayton
business like show business when the Indiana’s great is screamin’
1 Hater 2 Hater 3 Hater… 4
By the end of the day I need 40 or more screamin’
1 Hater 2
We
Are
We are lions aligned with life
(Like the stars)
I'm trying to defy the odds
(It's even far)
I'm lyin' by her ass, it's soft
(And I'm hard)
in the city, keep it hostile
Ain't nobody movin' like me, I'm a motherfuckin' monster
I'm a boss
Legacy on lock
Look how I maneuver throwin' deuces
through bread by the batch like a toaster
I got her head in my lap and she focused
I send them bales to the trap
They don't owe shit
Get me back next time
I
(amen)I live by it, I die by it, I live by it, I die by it
(Cris Cain)
Big Shotty,Big 9, cK, 45,
Spin the block 1 time, 2 time, 3 Time, 4 times
Oh My GOD
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