Lyrics:
hands,
I live to be your man
We're made to be together
So baby no, no don't go, don't go
Girl if you don't know
I'll give my heart I'll give my soul for
the cold for dough
What you thought? ?, lost homies in plenty battles
Last two years shed plenty tears, and I'll send plenty at you
Let me catch you
RizzleBurg
Tell you're home-girls they can come Along
Y'all way to bad to be all Alone
You Know
It ain't no fun if the homie can't have none
It ain't
and swallowed the pride
Caught in a trap, but don't know that you in
Had a million, now you ain't got two cents
You can't say nothin, now what
I don't hear
with money with all of my homies ain't fucking with none of these broads
Hustling just to show out for these bitches you lost
In love but you ain't
no one
When the live niggas after you
Where you gonna run you mouth got in it your
Ass can’t get you out
Next time hold your tounge
You wouldn’t have
I know a tight bond will tear
Like a good wig, I can't tell you if it's real here
I'm from south London, brother, people getting killed here
You
you come just bring your guns witcha
If your a busta niggas gone have fun witcha
So nigga don't get me wrong, my niggas
Swang them thangs, bang some
a hold me cause they wouldn't have a case
So don't you hurry don't rush me no in a no haste
Me na go chat dais one fast ca a no race me a race
"Your life has been marked
By considerable pain
Do you think you'll ever get to
The point where you can live
A normal, happy life?"
No, but i i'm
As a child, promise you'll have fun
Ain't gotta worry 'bout a dollar bill
Bought a queen size crib for my baby
Right by you, I'ma lay there
Tell you some
snow
Tell em Ice Cube,
(Ice Cube)
No, you can't play with my Yo-Yo
Suckas
[Chorus x2]
What's yo name baby?
That's right, my name is Yo-Yo,
fame, you go insane
The game I run is not fun to some,
And now I love no one!
The boss is back!
{Big boss in effect, I ain't bluffin'!} I'm back!
Your
hoes all at my ho house
Two hundred bands to go to the club and I ain't really tryna go out
Hundred racks on me, give her ten bands if she show out
a muthafuckin case like 2Pac
A real nigga gotta have balls and brains
To maintain in the game
Livin in the city with the killers and thugs
And might be dealin
I'll be a 10 minute brother for a $2 ho
Lots of hoes gettin' mad as shit
I let a trick be a trick
You can have that bitch
Keep my finger on my Mac man
We did some shit that we wasn't never 'posed to do
If I ain't put you down, you still wouldn't have a clue
They say you get around, so what? To me
Munchie
Can't have no pretentious ting when I know this road gets bumpy
Word to the broski Jay, he got different names in different countries
Three waps
Than pull out a bitch, like a rabbit out a hat
Nigga if I want, I can have it like that
Fuck two or three bitches at the same time
Grab the microphone
You'll sho' get got, just like that.
This ain't no joke motherfuckers.
Now I want to send a shout-out to E-Dog, the engineer,
puttin his two cents in..
Am I gonna live till next week?
Will I get shot by a dope fiend,
Tryin to get high, tryin to steal my ring
I really can't say, cause I don't know
(listen)
No matter how hard they try can't stop us
We still gon get by mother fucker
Listen
I ain't in love with the situation
But I'ma get by
a Dogg, smoke you like a Menthol
You think you know? But this can't go
You think you'll blow on my dope? What the fuck? No
See these niggas proceed with
one too
These niggas in the city catch you when you passing through
And I'll be damned if I don't do what I have to do
I met Shipes at South By, he
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