Lyrics:
better come wit that four
This 20 got magazines and I ain't talkin +The Source+
Mr. Pain'll change the game by the time I'mma reign
I catch a charge
hillsides in the summer 'neath the sunshine
I am feathered by the moonlight falling down on me
I said, "I walk along these hillsides in the summer 'neath
picture
Local club in my city
I fell in love with a stripper
Bitches know I'm that nigga
Talkin' four door Bugatti
I'm the life of the party
Let's get
Lil Wayne:
Yeahh
Uh-Huh
Ummmm Uh-huh
Hello Motherfucker hey hi how you dering its Weezy F Baby come to
take a shit and urine on these toilet bowl
close
Seein' which one will clock the most
Yeah this is the one no doubt
Bust a you Bone, and let's clear these niggaz out
Hey hey man, whats up
a man, flesh and bones, homeless.
A man is just a man,
Full of faults and weakness,
4 am, jerusalem all alone and speechless.
And night time, no bodies
for these bones to mend
Up before the sun dries
The frost on my fields
I've got the diesel burnin'
Turnin' these four wheels
Across this land I been
nobody knew us
We stepped off the plane
Four gang bangers, professional crack slangers
Rented a car at wholesale
Drove to the ghetto, and checked
Navigating by the stars at night
You made your bones in these dicty 'burbs
Gritty days, they mocked the words you slurred
Lemonade gulped on balconies
you feel so dumb, ain't it?
He in these streets, these niggas livin' 'by gunplay
And you already know what's gon' be the outcome, ain't it?
My mama
me thinkin' was it worth this
And then it got me thinkin' cause I love this
Stay down and it'll work ya self at time don't be a slave by these choices
Intuition comes and goes
In pairs, in fours, or more
Still some throw stones
I, I'm casting bones
Skewed and blurred by design
Are we all just waiting to die
the three
Three and then the four
Then you gotta breathe
Then you gotta (gasp)
Then you gotta (gasp)
Yo these niggas can't breathe when I come through,
know your body been mine?
I know you know I know
Sexy, nasty, have no guideline
One day, four times
You don't mind that I don't care (pleasure,
There's sixteen ounces to every pound
Some shit is 'bout to go down
Got sixty-four of 'em
That's four of 'em, smoke somethin'
Burn it down, this shit
the three
Three and then the four
Then you gotta breathe
Then you gotta (gasp)
Then you gotta (gasp)
Yo these niggas can't breathe when I come through,
I've grown and get the bone
Keep lickin' these nuts, you industry mutts
Keep walkin' around sniffin' each others butts
Or should I say asses?
What
just some dogs
[Method Man]
By any means necessary, it's on
B****, your f***ing with a dog, all I want to do is bury some bones
Take a piss
Intro: Bizzy
Yeah [laughs]
Bone Thug in this mutha whaa whaa whaa
Yeah Big Wish in this muthafucka what's up my nigga and
Lil Lay I love you nigga
signin' off
I'm kickin' ass and takin' names
Late late late
Hook x4
[Layzie Bone]
She pulled the curtain
Fo' certain
We go'n leave these
Line by line
It cuts to the bone
Man I hate these songs
Crazy four walls
He stopped loving her today
And old lonely street
Ain't it funny how
don't bone out
I want to see what these black men are all about
'Cause if it's my time, I'm just short
If not, I'm plugging they Super Sport
First
green, I don't bone out
I want to see what these black men are all about
'Cause if it's my time, I'm just short
If not, I'm plugging they Super Sport
a AK and pop you in ya funny bone
Laugh now, die later, motherfucker
You's a bitch like Zeta Phi Beta, motherfucker, uh
Yeah, I call it how I see ya
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