Lyrics:
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
yo' iron right?
Yeah, you know I ain't the one to play with
Gobble up this dick
I hit the door I can't stay
Them niggas lyin' right?
Yeah, you
on me
Going around door to door, setting off alarms
All that horse shit, you should have left it at the barn
Keep a stallion, tell her gallop
bliss if I knew I would be terrified
Paint blood on the door frame trust and it'll pass by
I got money coming in no strings
I got my fingertips
buy
Now I'm shot down
She turned me out slammed the door.
Why I keep coming back I don't know.
I don't know.
I want her,
She's a four cornered
introduce the cash lane
Tell them a story and now your duck has become lame
Tongue is what he says to lay down the facts
Our living is killed off by folsom
introduce the cash lane
Tell them a story and now your duck has become lame
Tongue is what he says to lay down the facts
Our living is killed off by folsom
to blow
Lastly you see:
Me, be three by three
Firing these things called TNT
Fire these things called TNT
These things called TNT
They call me TNT
would this really
Keep them psyched?
Three of us bleedin'
It was ten past midnight!
I really didn't like
How this shit was goin' down
Wrong night,
and a little wolfsbane
Well we were at the door
And when it opened inside there were freaks galore
Their eyes glowed as if lit by an eerie light
I said "I don't
not careful I'll be humbled like the rest
Paul was knocked off of his high horse hard (Go)
Humbled on the road to Damascus by the Lord (Go)
Why do you
door I've been here once before. Take my hand I am your man.
The very first day that I met you, I walked right by all of my sences.
I knew there
on the north side
High speed chase, going down 85
Young nigga ain't trying to see no jail time
Once upon a time not long ago
Three amigos by the name
to the new PlayStation 2
I can't help it if the club
Only packin' a G
And the fire marshal want to
Shut it down in 3
And you ballin' as* niggaz
Whose
it, map it, we can score
it, I need three guns, and a soldier to stand
by the door wit. No bullshit, I loaded up my
lyrics and two shotties
This is how you love
Step by step
This is how you rise after falling down
This is how you love
Love (step by step)
Love (step by step)
Love
Step one
in Bethlehem
Children go where I send you
How shall I send you?
I'm gonna send you four by four
Four for the poor that stood at the door
Three
life’s single truth
(3, 3, 37212)
Fire on the ground and it’s still smoking (Smoking, smoking)
Slam the door on a hoe, bitch I’m thot provoking (Ha, ha,
friends, no
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
I catch a hoe right by her toe
If she ain't fuckin' me and Nicki
Kick that ho right through the door (TR3YWAY)
I
of shooters on the pay roll
Hold up Scooter
I got shooters
You got a shooters?
Aye man what?
Get it down by that fresh man, you're sitting by
so
Bringing peace to my mind, my body, and soul
One, two, three, four
5-0 knockin down my door
Ganja fahma setting the pace
No you can’t ignore
Oh let
And all the little children that 'round your table grow
The cattle in your stable, the dog by your front door
And all that dwell within your gates
We wish
and for girls he just don't care
For he's just four and she's just three and that's a sad affair
[ steel ]
She always follows him around next door and back
I'm down to kick a door
You Damn Right, Get to the bag, tell a nigga dead And gone, you Damn Right
I'm outside, on the way to get some more
You Damn
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