Lyrics:
number
In number one by one
You wake up and you're dying
You don't even know what from
Well they shot you point blank
You been shot in the back
Hey you
Have you ever wondered what you're made of
Write your thoughts all down on a paper
Just to crumble it up and throw it in the trash
Talking
What are the symptoms of our happiness and Civil War?
Mano y mano in stereo without a cure
I've got a fever a non-believer and it's killing me
reapers, dodge bullets from Glock ninas
I live my life tryin' to prove myself to non-believer
Gotta stop that, the devil talkin', I block that
Got some
a cabaret, old chum
So come to the cabaret
I used to have this girlfriend known as Elsie
With whom I shared four sordid rooms in Chelsea
She wasn't what
at the club, we gon' fuck these hoes up
One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots
All I hear is gunshots, this is where the fun stops
Bodies drop, hit
loving on the side
Just ask for what you want cause your the customer
Lemme lemme serve you up
Lemme lemme serve you up
See you can have it your way
to slit little rich
kids in cribs dont attempt this shit so
step back while I prep up to pimp this bitch so I
says to the girl I'm like what up girl
shut up
you bought it
Then talked about it when crack hit the speakers, the music business
I blow up every time we throw up a record
Depending on what you
had to lie
About the place that I was born
Or from my hometown I was torn
At the tender age of four
I was livin' by homemade law
I never knew when it
Wishes and hopes are the tiny silk ropes to which we attach our dreams.
Tie up a few and I'm certain that you will begin to achieve your schemes.
on yo body ho
I'mma sit back and watch yo body go
Hit you from the back like a 4 by 4
Dick so big, call it 4 by 4
Smack on that ass like I know that ho
wanna hang with the gang what a nigga named
Shabba!
Sha-Shabba Ranks, Sha-Sha-Shabba Ranks
Eight gold rings like I'm Sha-Shabba Ranks
Four gold
Wake up little Susie and weep
The movie's over
It's four o'clock
And we're in trouble deep
Wake up little Susie
Wake up little Susie
You've gotta
old, he's trudging sixty four.
You got legs right up to your neck.
You're makin' me a physical wreck.
I'm talkin' to you: Hot legs in your satin
mistake.
5. She is spreading her wings for a journey
She's going to leave by and by
When the trumpet shall sound in the morning
She'll rise and go up
Alabama
At a club they call Big Jack's
A little four-piece band was jammin'
So I took my guitar and I sat in
I showed 'em what a band would sound like
the door: a guided tour; what we came here for
One: don't let the sun go down on
Two: love, but are undone by
Three: whose name is...
I won't even start
Alabama
At a club they call Big Jack's
A little four-piece band was jammin'
So I took my guitar and I sat in
I showed 'em what a band would sound like
Bottle in my hand, the whiskey up high
Two hands to Heaven, wild horses run wild, oh
God only knows why, though
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Mobile Alabama
At a club they call Big Jack's
A little four-piece band was jammin'
So I took my guitar and I sat in
I showed 'em what a band would
and get'em up with these
[x4]
You don't really wanna fuck with me
We can do it in the street and get'em up with these [x8]
[x4]
My melody reeks, so mo
weakness
Now I'm four, five seconds from wildin'
And we got three more days 'til Friday
I'm just tryna make it back home by Monday mornin'
I swear, I
newspapers by the kitchen sink
You think I'm off limits driving a 74 dodge Plymouth
Up the street with human feet colored apple-green
With spots eatin
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