Lyrics:
Or wannabe be garbage?
It's up to do so what you gonna do
I-i prefer to learn, cause this is for your own concern
You gotta you gotta earn, however
I love you.
I want to say sweet things to you
Till you say I said enough.
I want to stand right by your side
When the goin' gets tough.
I want
Nothin' just kickin' it
Are y'all done?
Nah, what you gon' do today?
Um, pick up my clothes from the cleaners, I needa go get my nails done
Serious?
clothing
[Chorus 2X]
[Streetlife (Method Man)]
Beware, danger, shoot off your flares
Warn all your dogs (tell 'em we here)
The Stat' (we don't bust
rating). Our criminal institutions are full of little creeps like you who do wrong things...
and many of them were driven to these crimes by a horrible
ya (woo)
Gimme all your numbers so I can phone ya (uh-huh)
Your girl acting stank than call me ov-ah (uh)
Not on the bed, lay me on your sofa (uh)
off a half
Pullin capers with cousin snoop, kurrupt and young daz
In for the cash
Man this gang is thick
If one caught up in the track we can all get
wait
Man I hear them talk'n and the minute you walk in they know
They're gonna have sex with you...sex with you
If it's the last thing they ever do
See
(ways)
I go the man and I get a (8 track)
Make me a beat (smoke me a sack)
Roll up some fat ass uh uh uh
Blaze with my homies and it's
(on like that y'all)
shallow
In a world gone lean
Sometimes there's things a man cannot know
Gears won't turn and the leaves won't grow
There's no place to run and no gasoline
I'm a little tin soldier
That wants to jump into your fire
You are a look in your eye
A dream passing by in the sky
I don't understand
All I
bless the track plushly
Around the world crowds love me, from doin' tours
Recipient of applause from all of you and yours
Creator of original sounds
won't be a man of mine
So I had some beers with the girls last night
Guys do it all the time
I know I left my clothes all over the place
And I took your
fiend's boy
I got runners like the coach of the track team
Yes I'm focused vision clear as a flat screen
You broke niggas not eating your fast things
Besides, I ain't a thief, they won't pay me a visit
So if I come to your job, take your corn on the cob
And take a couple kernels off it, that would be
Now you brainless, dangerous, 'cause you pull out the stainless
All of sudden you smart, now you do something hainess
First time you get caught, now
I'm a little tin soldier
That wants to jump into your fire
You are a look in your eye
A dream passing by in the sky
I don't understand
All I
featuring Diamond D Grand Puba
[Diamond D] Ninety three it's time man
(All out yo because youknowhatI'msayin..)
[Fat Joe
Besides, I ain't a thief, they won't pay me a visit
So if I come to your job, take your corn on the cob
And take a couple kernels off it, that would be
tail
There's no bail, not thinkin bout jail
All the ends, are justified by the means
When Jack's on the scene
Track the movement, don't lose it
need new clothes
I need somewhere to stay
But without all of these things I can do
But without your love I won't make it through
But you don't
funny though
Shall, shall, leave the play-down
These are the things we can do without, huh
So what's this all about man?
Just when I thought I was
(aight)
It's goin' be that cat you don't see that's gon' pop you
Stop you in your motherfucking tracks nigga and drop you
Get rid of all the clothes
I went pop and made millions, now all I do is chop samples
Egon's finest, peanuts after like I was Linus
Followed by that College Park next, that's
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