Lyrics:
Rule number one
If you ever tell a lie then you gone
Rule number Two
Don't stab me in my back and do me wrong
Rule number Three
The love you got for
I'm still here
Wantin to see I to dead and rot
None ah dem cyar come stab inna the back
Cyar get caught by your wolf pack
Different sort Rasta cyar
gettin' money by the way a nigga dress
I'm talkin' Japanese denim, money stuffed in 'em
The coolest of the cars and the baddest of the women
All I have
Prettiest bitch and she drink hennessy
VIP think I'll meet ya in the back room
RIP dude I leave ya in a damn tomb
Tie the knot bring it back like a lasso
Give
Stab me in the back, yuh
What a heart attack, no
Why you do me like that, woah
Why you do me like that?
Was there something that I did
Something that
And its jumping from the free throw
Like MJ
Sees nothing pass by
Like Steve and Pass
Say boy you lightning fast
On the Utah Jazz
Like Dr. J shorts
My
lie to you
And sever our blood ties
I won’t betray my coven
So call off the witch-hunt
True friends don’t stab you in the back
They’ll stab you in
[Steve Austin]
Hi this is Steve Austin
Reportin' live from San Diego, California
I'm here wit two controversial rappers from the city
Lil' Rob
complete this King
Now take me by the hand come bare this ring
Got a clear view fuck a rearview
Anything in ya past it won't get near you
Talkin' I can hear
heard all of the stories of when big bro found the stash
He said daddy was the man he was balling steve nash
Man am talking in the 70s he was getting that
(And I needed you
My heart is right there, if we see it through
You a bad little mama, and I'm feeling you
You can stab me in the back until I bleed
Should I sing you a happy song
With a noose around my neck?
Apologize for bleeding
When you stab me in the back
You're controlling me
You tie
dragged to the back of a trunk
By one of your fans, irony's spectacular, huh?
Now who's a fa-, you punk?
And here's your Bronco hat, you can have that
and swung
Stick to the core plan, dragged to the back of a trunk
By one of your fans, irony's spectacular, huh?
Now who's a faggot, you punk?
And here's
broke (Huh)
How can you stab a nigga in his back
And then turn around and keep calling him bro (What)
I had to leave some niggas in the past, and still
where I was at yea
Stab me in the back yea
Tryna get ya back yea
I ain't comin back yea
Gone and relaxin
Too much that then happen
Guess It had
bank, let it go far
Yuh, Ronnie Two Step, where you at? Yeah we was chillin' in the back
And now you fat, you better call me right back, I'm Johnny Bravo
keep on living
Scores on the board I'm winning
Bored of your diss-respect the fact that I'm
Never gonna stab from the back but i slap back
Straight in
10 bad tings but I had to turn em back
Only time the feel you, when they stab you in the back
Never take a broad if you have to give her back
Had
you know how it feels to see yo homie turn his back
Loyalty feels rare they gon stab you in back
I'll be the greatest aint aiming less
Bring my
chased by 12
I never go in speed
You fuck me up
When I see your curves
She side piece
When my Jenga falls
My energy tops
Yeah I go full bar
Putting up my
got and they just stab you in the back
It's another heartache and I can't deal with all this pain
Now a second heartbreak and now I think you're all
Steve - Guitars & Bass
Chris - Drums
Nancy Fagan - Vocals & Hysteria
Jamie Firlotte - Boy Vocals [The suff in the { }, except the
"Thank you's"
in the Paris by the Eiffel
Catch corn if you run with the oppers
Thirty-eight, send him right to the doctors
I'm with nets by P shop
Let the glee
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