type a dude you took me for We had a chance to take paper down What I took was more Because of hatred Opportunity wasted [Chorus 3 - JR. Gong] Your
red and blue start lying Toting those 9's, even throwing up signs No peace, got nothing live for, deceased By the hands of that 4-4 (Clack, clack) Pull
'm talking bout baby) Mama we gonna move down south, when this heat cools down, we'll be alright (I think that would be best) He's gotta few peeps down
m talking bout baby) Mama we gonna move down south When this heat cools down We?ll be alright (I think that would be best) He?s gotta few peeps down there
one, one, one! Move properly; or get drop see, Come at me wrong and your DONE, DONE, DONE! [Verse 1:] No two face or mean mug! No mask, no gloves! Picture
intuition I created O.F. cause I feel we're more talented Than 40 year old rappers talking about Gucci When they have kids they haven't seen in years
I don't know what he's talking about . . . FZ: Do it again. Phyllis: That Tishman. That Minnesota Tishman . . . What a guy . . . 4:22 Guy From Alabama: Eight inches or
no chance to win! (x8) Go! go! go! go! go! go! (x4) Delete yourself! delete yourself! Delete yourself! delete yourself! 1, 2, 3, 4! Delete yourself!
moving until I kill you... You don't scare me! (x3) I said you don't scare me! You don't scare me! (x4) You think you can look down on me Pointing your
(Chours) Lets straighten it out x4 Now sit yourself down girl Verse 1 when we started off girl you know it wasnt nothing like dis everything was all
crazy lifestyle with stress and strife But it's good to have turn to be a king for a day Or for a week, or for a year, or for a year and a day Come what
2x)] [Verse 3] 2 karats in the ear 4 karats in the ring hoes get sick when they see the bling bling stay f**kin' wit' a thug who would cop the 4, cop
, just went gold I'm like a drug dealer, I hold nothing less than a quarter This is my last, last year, I was just testing the water Five to the 0 4
ride by I'm a ryder I'm bout mine I hustle to the sun come up And don't mind I'm a ryder Carry the 4 4's Smoke the good dro ?? my door I'm a ryder [Baby
ready? Let's go Drop them off, then pop cristal wit Esko I'm a say he hit me first, if me and Dre talk All Nas said back was he had a 3-4 Now that's
nothing homie your smoking stress,niggaz see me and wanna bang they hood ,i dont know why when half you niggaz is scared of suge,nigga i put it down
to fight or be the lazy type. Me, I'm the crazy type I get them clubs so crazy hype I throw them glasses on that them ladies like And years later, rock
had, so I never go for self Had thousand dollar bills with Teddy Roosevelt Better slow down, tellin' you now, put the dough down Kick your door down
