Lyrics:
shake 'em up, you down to die,
'Cause we too much for the industry to handle, we buck aside,
run it n**** nut wit yo five,
I like to lease s*** it's
I'm talking to my
Black Charlie Brown (Charlie Brown)
Just put yo hands up they tryna hunt you down (hunt you down)
Im searching for the
Black
here
Life ain't been the same for me
Lately I miss you very much
I want you to hear my pain that I go through (go through ...)
[Verse 1 - Timbaland
tell ya
You know, you know, you know, you know, you know I don't lie
No tips the ? strips for sweet Georgia Brown
They like clothes at fashion with
back with your mama
You ain't never seen a grinder that grind the way I grind, huh?
Top of my drop still missin' as Osama
(Still breaking boys off,
Georgia Brown,
Two left feet, oh, so neat,
Has Sweet Georgia Brown!
They all sigh, and want to die,
For Sweet Georgia Brown!
I'll tell you just why,
shit real you get killed around here, it's not a big deal
Load her out, nigga, use my big bitch for a shield
(You know I'm saying?) Thank you for real
shit real you get killed around here, it's not a big deal
Load her out, nigga, use my big bitch for a shield
(You know I'm saying?) Thank you for real
the shadow of the playground
You want to fight for your people
Don't you sal
Sal
Well, yeah if I got to
Umbrella man
Come here I want to show you
by oh
Dra by uh
And you used to teasing me
Dra by oh
Dra by uh
And you used to teasing me
Respect the boy man
I got the iraq money fuller world bank
shake 'em up, you down to die,
'Cause we too much for the industry to handle, we buck aside,
run it n**** nut wit yo five,
I like to lease s*** it's
gangsters get lonely too
Boy, but ill be there for u
I know gangsters get lonley too
Boy, but ill there for u
Now u know it gets lonely, here on top
Aye
Shawty I know you be hearing this and that
From here and there but,
Please trust and believe lil' momma
I see you gon' ride for me
So I'm a die
(Hey)
Bad Shawty with the brown hair
Never seen you around here
Money stacked in a pile yeah
Kill 'em all with a smile yeah
I keep some real
Here to kill you pussies, don't ask what we came for
I write 'til my right arm veins sore
Forearm feel like Thor's arm in a gang war
You hear that,
your hair is gone
He said
You don't have to look for it, said Della
It's sold, I tell you. Sold and gone too
It's the night before Christmas, boy
Be
must pay the penalty -- and here in Castle
Anthrax, we have but one punishment for setting alight the
grail-shaped beacon. You must tie her down
I can’t lie
She got ya boy hypnotized
I need to
It’s you
Melanin good for the health
Louis V bag for the wealth
Did it all by yourself
It’s true
slang shots
Hit G spots by giving hoes back shots
I'm a young country boy, long socks with flip flops
But I pull up on your block in the 500 Benz drop
I'm a thousand miles from home, standin' between my toes
Why I'm here without you, nobody knows
I keep thinkin' about your dark brown eyes
The day
better put on a turtle neck, decorated in dem brown parvaid out pronged set, ballin baby thats a bet hatin partna thats a test hustle hard for dem checks
to slide-a-ville, coffin runnin' around,
Upsetting, upsetting, upsetting the town,
Asking for Mr Brown
I want to know who (is Mr Brown)?
Is Mr Brown controlled by
Considered it fun
Stuck in the studio, supplying tracks for you to bump
For my Brown homies, & the down homies
All the ladies going crazy, here's a round on me
desperation
In the same old fight
Brown vs. white
Brown gotta fight for what is right
Gotta show what we're about
Thank God we kicked em out
Thank God we kicked
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