Lyrics:
to the place where it ends
Where everything ends, it spins again
Oh, till it comes all this way, just two broken hearts
Oh, you can feel sorry for there are
The sky is big and open
You stay for just a little while
The vows have all been broken
[Chorus]
Circles and X's by your name
Day after day will bring
the Holy Ghost
Making one woozy in the head and comatose, agree?
Enough about me
How's about you?
How's the lil' kid?
She was about 2 the last time we
on a Friday livin on tha edge,
'Cause we all got 'dem hard heads.
It's seems like we all are waitin,
For a drive by playin tag wit satan.
But we chillin yeah we
should do next baby
Swinging by your house and close the door behind you
Now take that cute blouse down away from me!
Head south
Now you do it
You're
your head and cry
Billy and Sue met the first day of school
And ever since lived by the golden rule
Because when you do unto others
What you
192, the Bouley Fran Lew
Merrick, Van Wyck, Hollis Ave, Guy Brew
Head up Jamaica Ave cop a tape by DJ Clue
Move to the Acres, sipping on a guinney
head and cry
Billy and Sue met the first day of school
And ever since lived by the golden rule
When you do unto others
What you wouldn't want done
In the south of France baby, Saint-Tropez
Get a tan, I'm already black, rich, I'm already that
Gangsta, get a gat, hit a head in a hat
Call that
I be hangin in Harlem and
My shit is for real here
If you battle L you picked the wrong head
I smash mics like cornbread
You can't kill me I was born
shoes
I'm up, the price is sky high (sky high)
They say their two cents, I'm fine
I got no sense I fly like
Ooh ah, ooh ah
Only abide by my rules
assume the worst the best we can
And for a round or two, they'd gladly track you down
We found you sleeping by your lover's stone
A ream of paper
at me, yeah
She had me down in the front by the end of verse two
Like there wasn't no one else in the room, we were singin'
"Heads Carolina, tails
on you like death wish
Spinning your head like the exorcist
(*Smack*) that's a death kiss
Viscious, foaming at the mouth like rabies
Ain't no good
balcony put ur head in my
Lap rite before u start to make out wit me
Crib in LA I flew her to the south with me
You niggas wanna be players? Well I
Can show
the block
Now i play on boats
In the south of France
Baby, St. Tropez
Get a tan? I'm already black
Rich? I'm already that
Gangsta, get a gat
Hit a head
on you like death wish
Spinning your head like the exorcist
(*Smack*) that's a death kiss
Viscious, foaming at the mouth like rabies
Ain't no good
his porkpie Stetson hat
And the tuberculosis old men at the nelson wheeze and cough
And someone will head south until this whole thing cools off,
I'm hit
Not by no bullet or no pellet
But the smoke from the can a beer shit
I might just be too high
Then I put my middle finger up when I'm
featuring Fiend Mystikal
Chorus: Master P (repeat 2X)
Here we go Here we go Here we go (BE BOUT YO BUSINESS)
From the south to the west
king of the south (uh huh)
Well I'm the the motherfucking prince of the city
(you already know)(Santana)
And when the king and the prince get together
of dope
Cause back in the gang you can get it by the boat
It's 1993 new bounds are being broken
If you ain't bangin' then you gots to be smokin'
Cause I
on (come on)
I'm talking to you, come on the Working Hour
This is the working hour
We are paid by those who
Learn by our mistakes
This is the working hour
to Missouri to one real exciting trip
Then bang of track was broken smashed by a cannonball
That blew in great divided will the nation stand or fall
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