Lyrics:
for high crime, down on the shoreline
Gone turn a blind eye, keep ya mouth shut
Mess around and ya mighta went missing
At the hands of a Mississippi
Strictly a bell ringer
Lay another finger on this big bad wolf miss lady rap singer
I be the one to blame as the flames keep risin' to the top (oh)
And it
Can't keep my cool
Steals my heart when he takes my hand
And we dance, to the rhythm of the band
I feel his fingertips, grip my hips
And I slip as we
ask no questions and I tell no lies
I got big old pupils and bloodshot eyes
I'm on the brink, if you know what I mean
And the twelve-step program
the back of the apartment where they be selling ganja,
but beware of the AK held by HM Thomas,
son gotta keep him high in them bottoms or some old
told me keep your head up, and follow your dream
Empty bottles of lean, and white cups in the hand
Lookin' half dead, sad, but I don't try
tickets
To the '09 prom, ya'll
That's right, it's gonna be a big event
Guys, grab a girl
And girls, grab on to that nigga's wallet
It's gonna be a special
Man, I'm too much for these niggas, and three much for these hoes
The world is in my hands, and I keep my hands closed
I love my baby mamas, they get
Think it a big joke?
They make a lotta presumptions based on some nonsense
Yeah mon, ya don't know me
Ya don't know me, think you know me, ya don't
this,
Sin citys innocent really when its inside my mind
And co-sign with a rhyme and a big pen
Once again its an even odd
Cant applaud with one hand
Cant
& Notorious
knocking the living XP outta warriors
tell, Sethiroth he dont stand a chance
cause When i bomb on em it'll be a Avalanche
got the Weapon in my hand
smoking
Motherfuckers done come from high crime areas view the police as a threat
And that's some shit you betta not forget
Eazy E's the name feared by
Man a Gideon man a Mau Mau Warrior, dispear, eh
Fear and desperation no depression can't tarry ya, dispear, hey
Through the hands of time and cruel
the back of the apartment where they be selling ganja,
but beware of the AK held by HM Thomas,
son gotta keep him high in them bottoms or some old
the way this is going
Whether we're sitting and talking while watching
The Office or rockin out to the rhythm and style of Notorious B.I.G
I think you're
separate the fools now
We had lots of misrepresentation but hey we cool now
Can't keep playin both sides of the fence, you got to choose now
The realest
gorilla
When you got money, it's hard to hide it
Took my hand out my pocket and watched her eyes get
Big, took a million to super size it
All
[Ving Rhames]
He's a hustler, unbound by law
A self-made, millionaire
With a wreckless disregard, for the haters
Ludacris, on "Southern Gangsta"
ride let's ride
Get high, get high, get high
Yeah, Little Lay hey comin in the form of scripture
Finna get ya and hit ya wit magic
Droppin down
J5
Find out who you are by the company you keep
As kids we saw things that no man should see
Same time, there's nowhere that I'd rather be
hands up high
And y'all fake niggas run and hide
Ya heard me
[Chorus 3x]
[Verse Two]
From the job to the Ville
My nigga keep touchdown on the Benz
a saw
The government fronts like they don't know what is going on
Fuck, I'll take the matter in my own hands
Cut ya down cat, cut ya down
'Cause I
and over came
Lets hear it for him
Keep a new toy so I wonder how good
Im not enjoying life im reliving my childhood
Big chain monster, whip game bonkers
the track of the beat watch Bobby flip the metronome
High voltage, keep my seat in winsbro cultured
Kill enemies by mailin them the poison glue postage
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