Lyrics:
Love scars know the pain way too deep
Lil shawty wanna play ain't no games here for me
Ain't no shame in the thangs that you love
When i pull up
block posted up ta get mine
[C-Murder] (Chorus 2x)
I'm on the block posted up
Wit them thangs loaded up
Hope them folks don't pull up
'cause
who got the gangsta shit poppin
N.W.A, Too Short, Spice 1, And 2Pac
And fuck you niggaz rappin wack shit, you dodgin the game
I keep two little twin
lonely/
Final Level, Mo Thugs the best.. yo we/
Always make it bang. Let my nuts hang/
Born a Cali boy. It's an everyday thang/
Pour it up and say fuck it.
RITA ELLERBY
V1 8
Rita Ellerby on her way to grade school ,
Passing by jits rocking 2 live crew,
Rita Ellerby on her way back home,
OG'S under trees
4's fin to pop my trunk, with a lot of glow
I got a lot of flow, and a lot of thugs
From the Southeast side to the block, I put
All of my ghetto
they holding me down
But I'm ready to climb, slowed down whoa now
You can learn by f***ing with us, cause I'ma swell up
Your face and detach your jaw,
him insane
Give his Rover the new name, the firing range
When we see you yell fire and aim
Cause when I fire them thangs it's like
(You will be wonderin
With a strong rhyme
Watch me bang on motherfucker's run for cover
Outlawz till we die so we thug brother's
Let them understand it's a family thang
I hate
Right
Uhhhh
Let's do this, one time baby
Uhhh
Yea-yea
Yah, yo
Whattup ma, the name H doe, I'm into pesos
V.I.P. and champagne by the caseloads
""If You Only Knew"" by Fat Pat Lyrics
[Chorus:]
If you only knew (if you only knew) how I wanna be down with you how I want to be down with you
Flesh'll get you mesmerized
Must I force you to realize eyes, they crazy by the Flesh
And it be test or tried, even if they (gonna fight)
And the Afta
Spalding
Trick, it's the infamous Macs from the I
Hit the switch, in the Lac, and go from low-to-high
Drive by, yeah G loves swamp rat and thug dumpin
are the sexiest man
Mr. Jin, I love the way you do your things
[Jin]
The moral of the story is
Don't judge a book by its cover
I know you think
and Cristal guaranteed to get right
Like misdemeanors is a small thang
With DJ Quik in this bitch, I let my balls hang
Runnin' through the street lights,
the rapture,
Still afta me, I'm in Jamaica sippin Daqueries,
No doubt,
We're used ta have nuthin, then grabbin sumthin and bustin,
wanted to be the thug- nigga,
bangs, and ya pushin' them thangs
Quarterbackin', Quarterbackin'
Might not know what I'm talkin' about
If you ain't never lived it, or seen it,
to believe in, as you can see (hey)
It's a small thing to a troop, what could I do?
Real homies help you get through
And come to knew he'd do the same thang
to a true, what could I do?
Real homies help you get through
And come to knew he'd do the same thang if he could
'Cause in the hood true homies make you
Journey of a thousand miles
One step, right leg
Next step, left leg
Bit by bit we are getting there
Even for sleep I dey chase moolah
Big bags, big
to work my body
He really taught me how to go down south
He really really tried to hurt me hurt me
I really love his thug and gangsta style
Yo we got
to work my body
He really taught me how to go down south
He really really tried to hurt me hurt me
I really love his thug and gangsta style
Yo we got
told me how heaven's gated (let a thug in)
Certified, decorated
Murder never hesitated, I heard it was premeditated (who told you that)
And my whole
World of illusions, smoke & mirrors all around
Shattered by the Alazarin sound
Unbound by the laws of the past
Unchanged by times changing fast
I
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