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Have they laughed too much
Do their dry voices crack
Talking of things gone by
Have they cried too much
A tear or two still always seems
I can tell by the way you've been
Lookin' at yo girlfriend
I can tell by the way you've been
Dancing wit yo girlfriend
Can I ask?
Iz u down? Iz u
i fuck em by twos
Im the man give a fuck about you
Yeah
I be trying with these bitches
That shit so crazy to me
Cus I say I love em and shit
They
the crew, of crooked nigga too
Y'know you really can't say that ya blame niggas
Fuck being tame, set a flame, time to aim triggers
2Pac'll spark
you gon get it how you live cuz..
[Hook 2: Nelly]
This goes out to my West Coast crew
Now hold ya Dub up in the airr if ya feel me
Fuck em all
[T.I.]
u got rich n g shits still a part of u cause breakin old habits so hard to do
u still watch for da haters n the rugged crew cause breakin old habits
my crew tight enough (ah)
Give me the time, I'm writin' up (uh, yeah)
It stands out on the highway
Like a creature from another time
Hold me by
told that her, I said its cool
Get at me
Come by the house and get nasty
I spit the real game
I rode her in my caddy when she yelled my name
I told her
See the man cry as the city
Condemns where he lives
Memories die but taxes
He'll still have 2 give
(who) Whoever said that elephants
were stronger than
the bailout, bitch
Trap house built brick by brick, paid dues on dues
FF good, you know I'm reppin' crew on crews
Stack bills on bills 'til my backyards got
boat that remains
I'm a one man crew but I still
Get through those floods and hurricanes
Mailboat money
Down in LA, that's how our mail arrives
Drop us
do?
'Cause sooner or later, we'll have your whole crew
All we need now is the right word or two
To make all it stick like glue, then you through
We
will the clock
The nigga big still hit the stage by himself and still rock
Cause when your faith is in the right place see he ain't gon let you flop
care if you Mobb Deep, I hold triggers to crews
You little, I got money stacks bigger than you
When I was pushing weight, back in '88
You was
what to say, I was hangin' by a string
She said, "Hey, you two, I was once like you, and I liked to do the wild thing"
Wild thing
She loved to do
Yep, yep, yep, beat it by the king pimp
Call mix if you wanna peep game simp
Freak daddy if you wanna get nasty, call freak momma fast g, fast g, fast g
girlfriends
Been in the party bumping on waterbeds
Two by the leg
Two by the head
It's crazy, driving miss dasy
Got white girls going crazy
Damdama, last king
figures
Oooh, what can you do
When you can't trust your crew, time to bust out the wenty-two
Boo-yaow! Ran out of weed, so I'm sippin'
On this Hennesey,
come from, still gotta pack a gun
'Case some young motherfuckers wanna play dumb
I guess I live life forever jugglin'
But I'll be hustlin' 'til
One two, one two
Hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up
Yeah
I woke up, I looked up at the clock and I seen it was time
It unfolds in my eyes every
Faded off the kush I'm gone
Only two years old when daddy brought them hookers home
Looking like my grandma, my niggas got that ammo
We jack son
figures
Oooh, what can you do
When you can't trust your crew, time to bust out the wenty-two
Boo-yaow! Ran out of weed, so I'm sippin'
On this Hennesey,
the ocean waves
I just hope for all our lives
And pray that I survive
Four ships are lost in the stormy conditions
The spirits of the sunken crews
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
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