Lyrics:
a thing, she stay down like a G [x2]
[Chorus: Lloyd]
Girl I done been around the globe and you the realest lil'lady I know
Don't wanna ever let you go -
Killer
Killer
Two blinks
Four Brinks
Consequences
Jumping out the plane without lenses
The senses of being a kid and jumping fences
Defensive
You got
side you got to know
Keep a calico by the bedside, this what I'm all about
Now which one of y'all motherfuckers shot up my momma's house?
It
fail
They say every man is defined by his reaction to any given situation
Well who would you want to define you?
Someone else or yourself?
Whatever
U.S.S.R.
P.L.O. style got thrown out the car
and ran over, by the Method Man jeep
Divine can't define my style is so deep
like pussy, my low cut fade stay
the p2
So i chilled laid back, for a deep snooze
Man i slept like a child, i dunno about you
Couple weeks went by, i forgot about sue
She called me
Whip I drive? Owned by me, wrists and neck, anti-freeze
Can it be? I'm who you dying to be'
Last of a dying breed, I'm Siamese
Twin pistol shooter
you ain't fuckin' just walk on by
All you bitches just walk on by
Verse 2-Fat Joe
I once knew a girl by the name of Savannah
met her
And classmates laughed when the Buick rolled by
Remember, I pulled my privates out in class
And from Farmers to Dunkirk you straight whooped my (woo!)
time and go to JAIL
Cuz in that two man cell
Best believe you gone get NAILED
Mystikal you'z a ho, it's time I Iet'cha know
Y'all ain't ready for Local
and chunk the duece up
These 84s would make a hatta put his shoes up
And you ain't shit if you ain't never been screwed up [x2]
[Verse 2: Trae]
I'm in
Throw your set in the air even if you bang or not
Trae
Trae
T T fucking K bitch
Clips on clips I'll never not stay strapped
Chain in the air and a lighter
Hold this shit down, she don't know you better school her
("Step in the Arena" sample scratched)
Step by Step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit
or who's not there
Who did what to who 'fore you got here
Now, look, I'm too proud to let that come between me and you now
Realize I got to think for two
We want to do a tune
Written for today, for this hour
For Dr. Martin Luther King
We've stated before that the whole program is dedicated to his
You told me you was comin back
That I would see you but
You never told me when
I want you here to guide me by my side
So it doesn't have to be in vain
shits when you see Three Six Five boy better let your nuts hang
This a big body I'm hogging both lanes
Like Trae Ima pop my trunk and swang
365 soldiers
IN THE WORLD TODAY
MY QUEST MAY BE FUTILE
SO I’M GONNA HAVE TO PRAY
AND HOPE THAT GOD LEADS ME TO YOU
IT’S SO HARD DATING WHEN MOST MODERN LADIES
a livin' (yeah)
Barely, gettin' by (get it, girl)
It's all takin' and no givin'
They just use your mind
And they never give you credit
It's enough
clip, I bet you niggas gon' dip
Or get hit up in yo
[Chorus]
"Back, front back, front back, fr-front back, side to side" [Repeat: x2]
Never let hoe
(like you got yen)
Let's stop pretend, the ones that pack pistols by they waist men
Cristal by the case men, still in they mother's basement
The pretty
projects
Learn that time is the same on Casio or Rolex
Knowledge James, chapter two
Verse one through six
But try not to judge a man
By the price of his
Let me kiss you... on your poo poo la la
Let me kiss you... on your poo poo la la
Verse 1: Roy Ayers
She was the kind of woman that would trim your
tree
Now
Sent by G.O.D
To save the word you and me
You never know who you facin'
Who ya chasin'
The life you wastin'
[Verse 2]
I was made by
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