Lyrics:
And he hacks up two or three in every scene
Please don't reveal the secret ending to your friends
Don't spoil the big surprise
You won't believe your
hacks up two or three in every scene
Please don't reveal the secret ending to your friends
Don't spoil the big surprise
You won't believe your eyes when
mouth, I wish was here to kiss with tenderness
It'd lock my place as your true friend
Blemishes and freckles, one hell of a complexion
Webster may
Muddy trail air in my tires
Downhill's faster much faster
Than uphill no time to kill
Take a chill take a pill
Headrest on the windowsill
I lived
She keeps her heart all locked in chains
You'll never have a chanse to love again
But you won't be the first my friend
You're following a trail
Fool, defined in Webster's
Open up the book, read it read it
Turn the page, see what it says
Read it to me will you please
(One who acts dope
Fool, defined in Webster's
Open up the book, read it, read it
Turn the page, see what it says
Read it to me, will you please?
(One who acts
Man, muthafucka, give muthafucka another rope to hang theyselves,
Brotha. That's all.
Krayzie:
Friends, friends, friends, friends, how many
sparks then start again
The fakest of people
Make realest of efforts
They acting like Regal
But knowing like Webster
Agendas are evil
They praying you mess
Yeahhh! Patterson Projects is in the house!
Webster's in the house! The Non is in the house!
Melrose is in the house! Jackson, is in the house!
Yea follow that paper trail
Find me there
Uhn they say the truth
Stranger than fiction mane
Follow the money
If you wanna find me
The money gon
people, and yes I'm sick of you, whoa
My friends all left me for some other things
My lover left me for another man, so I'm on the Space trail
Leaving soon
We got a little tale about Little River Trail
(About Little River Trail, aye, aye)
Way out in the country, where they all caused hell
(Caused hell,
to boogie
Him and the Bama Band
When this Hatchet gets to swingin'
You'll see who I am
[Chorus]
Get on board that Gypsy Trail
Virginia Beach to Boise
chasin' the paper trails
Only time will tell
No matter what, I'll prevail
I mean, I been livin' in this hell
Tryna survive, won't allow myself to fail
G's with the coattails
Tailored raw sauce on drip trail
Sauce on drip trail
Smoke I'mma inhale, I'mma inhale
Hold that motherfucker well
We the real G's
it's a sick world, you just gotta stay true
Stay true and everything'll be cool, you gotta blaze ya own trails and make ya own moves
Think for yourself
and mystery
Middle of break
What could be wrong
Here I am
Tracing the bug trails
I can hear the frogs
Tracing the bug trails
It's like a map of history
Tracing
He's a friend you can depend on for a smile,
Everyday or even just once in a while.
The man, we sung about in the van.
All the girls agree that he is
penetrate, bust shots
Then fled, quick sick in the head
Rippin motherfuckers to shreds
Facsimilies, don't know, friend or foe
Elusive nigga this exclusive,
it's a sick world, you just gotta stay true
Stay true and everything'll be cool, you gotta blaze ya own trails and make ya own moves
Think for yourself
a supply of little bags?
My dog hasn't pooped yet, but it's only a matter of time
The movie Hitch, where's that place?
Friends with Benefits, where's that
Money
Paper or plastic it's still money
I don't leave no paper trail
The money
Suitcase bound to bail
With money
Buried beneath graves
That's muddy
the industry) fuck up the industry (Fuck up the industry)
You niggas aint friends to me (Niggas aint friends) you niggas aint friends to me (Niggas aint friends
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