Lyrics:
been trying to say to you now
And together we'll get by somehow
And all you ever wanted was someone to find
The truth you hide from everyone deep
sticking together like Ken and Ryu
I'm getting money heard that you trying to I put DTay right behind you
He shoot for ya spine you get paralyzed Yea this
song ma (yeah)
yeah come on ma (oh) dis ya song
Ma (yeah) we can get it on ma (oh)
dis ya song ma
(Yeah) yeah, yeah, yeah.
Scream at me
Me
ya
First the bed then to Jamaica
Baby Im the man I can tell that you know dat
This picture perfect moment couldnt get captured by a kodak
And whenever
oyir tu voz
Please get the fuck up out my face
You stupid hoe
Dises que sin ti
You no soy nada
Que por eso me mandaste a la fregada
No me agas reir
in the same booth?
Aye chase a bag boy get yo shit together
Burner on my hip whenever
We had hit a lick together
Aye remember we had spint together?
No
Do-re-mi-fa-so-la-ti
Let's get together & make whoopee
A-B-C-D-E-F-G
Cupid shootin' arrows 3 by 3
Do-re-mi-fa-so-la-ti
Forget about the do-re & think about me
thuggin'
Gotta get 'em all by the dozen
Better start runnin' if it ain't no lovin' for what
Real ass niggas let's break some bread together
All you fake ass
get it Bumpin,
We got the party Jumpin' everyone Humpin'
Like when it's over we gone get Into Somethin',
You and I come together and mix with
crazy
But take me by the hand
Take me by the hand
I guard my heart
I gotta get to know you
Who you are
If we fit together we can take it far
Gotta build
mack that
Need a billion dollar bitch
Put my pimpin' in your life
Watch ya daddy get rich
Easy as A-B-C, simple as 1-2-3
Get down with U-G-K, Pimp C,
the projects, 4 for the love
y'all gimme my rifle, we moving by bus
And if ya moving too fast they'll get ya caught up like
Ooh, them ghetto classics (ghetto),
guy
He better get it together or imma come by
You could do so much better
I'll make it alright
Let him go you been messin with the wrong guy
I know how
so long
Keep ya eyes on the bras, homie keep ya head strong
Seen in your packages, kite keep you straigh
Deep in this caleseri, fat 'till it date
what's cookin ya gotta stir the pot
Hands is stone soup and i serve it up hot
Pinky ring middle finger index thumb
Like to get together and have some fun
fuck a baby
I'll get rid of your AIDS if you fuck this frog
Ha-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya
Joseph Smith fucked the frog god gave him
And his AIDS went
that ain't tribalism
(know that) you get no culture nigg you get no Identity
Bzirbura I'll stand no matter what
Ya LA London Har ki LA America
Still Bura
to me
You wanna get in? Put a sucker's head out
Sound a little hot for you, boy? Then, toy, get out
Syndicate mob ain't nothin but hardened crooks
You
and show your grill
Keep it trill, this the south baby, Texas and GA
T.I. reppin' for Bankhead, I'm reppin' for P.A. (for P.A.)
Now pop ya trunk, get it
if all ya'll niggas talkin' to the feds tryin' to get a nigga locked up
then ya'll know a nigga that changed his whole attitude
changed his whole
if all ya'll niggas talkin' to the feds tryin' to get a nigga locked up
then ya'll know a nigga that changed his whole attitude
changed his whole
(All the niggas in the streets)
All my niggas in the north run, run with me
(Hands on ya heat)
For my niggas down south, now get with me
For my niggas
Grinch Street Rhymes
I ain't got nothing this Christmas
so I gotta go get mine, ya heard me
I hope I don't, I hope I don't catch ya slippin,
my life too
the family scriptures
1999 nigga, still struggling
Trying to get some money with this mastermind I'm juggling
Sharpen up ya thug mentality
And by the year
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