Lyrics:
near to the gun man
Drop a likkle tear for the gun man
She live and die by the gun, man (Die with the gun man)
Tell a lie for the gun man (With
a sissy fuss with a boy in a dress
Mad at the world
In a voice of a man, with a bag of a girl
She just avoids the success
It's what he said
Or what she
told you that I want you
Let em put you on peep it though
(That I need you)
I ain't even want to freak the hoe
I’m gonna leave my man today
I just
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Running Free... the photograph on the front of this single was by a man none other than Ross Halfing. He
of mine
I hate to see my mama cryin
Bruddas ain't speakin to bruddas nomore
I don't wanna be the bigger man
Solo dolo I don't needa frand
I'm by myself like
don't make him a saint
The old man's lonesome tonight
And he just wants to go home
All those fools who stand in his way
Why can't they leave him
And i certainly won't do it
That leaves you, you'll have to do it
I know that you've been wondering
If i'm the same man inside
Never tried to fool
lane
I got next man tryna act like my mans
Man I can't lie they just look like fans
I got next man tryna get me vexed
Dem man are just begs can't give
was six of us together a jolly hungry crew
and as the days went by you know our hunger quickly grew
some fool muttered death or liberty
So that night
Rise up this morning
Da first thing dat i heard
Was some devastating news yeahh uh
Just like my friend his life was taken away
Not by natural causes
Lettin other niggas just regulate they hours
Coke or chronic, philly roll millie by his scrotum
Barrel x to g packs
Never got along with cops, like it
Lettin other niggas just regulate they hours
Coke or chronic, philly roll millie by his scrotum
Barrel x to g packs
Never got along with cops, like it
finally breaks
Curious to see just how much one man can take
Go on ahead use your beautiful face and collect those pretty boys
Bring 'em aboard by twos,
of Kris Kringle?
Man Hell nah!!
Look (What?), he come down the chimney in some spots, but some people they ain't got no
chimney, so he just come in tha back
every time I ride by
Fish tailing in my space ship watch me fly by
This is what I do, man, this shit isn't new to me
I got a loose screw, so I always keep
by spittin real raps
Daydream that I'm stackin up the paper real fast
I'm thinkin bout the ways I can get some real cash
I really want the money man I
on the grind
I'm on job just banged out a nine
Fuck about
Make man go and bang on the nine
Dont tell me about the grind
I've build loads of lines
That's little
east and west and ay you're right man this is so interesting
Mans got trophies, nonstop parties see man I wont be a fool at 40
By the time I was done
harder|To sleep without her by my side|So every night I add one more line to|This fool's lullaby||She probably got busy, just forgot to return my calls|And
money even when I don't rob no jewels
Man chatting shit on my timeline, that I don't like
So I report spam and I block those fools
I don't care about
and getting high
Nigga's out here trynna swing on me
But that shit never faze me
I'm just out here working hard
So I get up to a milli'
Man this life's been
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Ah, ah
Ah, ah
Ah, ah
Ah, ah
I just live my life and wanna chill
Let me get by
The money it don't matter
I was a gambling, a gambling man
Said, would you hold me baby
Baby, baby, baby
If I was abusive
Would you be a fool and hold me baby, baby
Would you
Hi, my name's Ludacris, and I'm high as giraffe pussy
And I'm close to the edge, so yo' parents can come push me
I curse so much just to get on they
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