things Hanging wit' the niggaz is the song I sing Real niggaz do real things On the road to riches and diamond rings Real niggaz do real things Hanging wit' the niggaz is the song
on point Well it seems like our bad boys have theirselves in a bit of a jam Seems like Bristal got his back up against the wall Well, let's see how Rob B.O
Its 5 o clock in the morning and the rising sun wakes me Im Laying in a bed with a girl that dont belong to me And she Whispers Come on my Darling lets
Ya Take A Little Bit Of Life From Ya Am I Frightening Ya? Shall I Continue Put The Gun To Ya Let It Sing You A Song I Let It Hum To Ya The Others One
Obi, I'm moppin the floors With them, I keep tryna pass it, but they keep on droppin' the torch And it won't be, long 'til this sport is O V E R, just
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INTRO [Kardinal Offishall] Yo yo, this is me (what's going on Kardinal?) Yo, here the other day I was walking on the E-W right (uh huh) A crew man come
[Chris Brown] I go by the name of Yung Chris Breezy Its hard to see me cuz Im fly as a plane And my swag is in 3-D I do this in my sleep In other words
-F-A-O) Well I'm Redfoo and I'm Sky Blu and we brought some friends along (Shake that) Young Boss, Kevin Rudolf, and Pitbull, they gon' help you sing this song
Kim is the only one on his mind He wanna come through and put me on his hard drive Three o'clock in the morning we be online Others send friend requests
back on the Q-train home Satisfied, she learned the words to my thug song See we one big borough of Dons with firearms And we never use those, til the man act other
mind, you do And all I'll say is I don't wanna say good night and if there is no quiet corner to get to know each other then there's no hurry I'm a
song that make the angels cry, look up in the sky and ask God, why o why why Do we live and let die This the kind of song that make the angels cry, look
we done blew up, fell off, but came right back up, from grindin' over time... -Wish Bone- And you know its real, we used to wear each others shoes, whats
of money 1995 we really let 'em know, Cleveland is the city where we come from Brought styles muthafuckas never heard before But we never got our props Till we dropped that said song
, worldwide Them wicked bad-ass thugs You punk niggas hate us But we don?t trip We still get madd ass love I show you the rapper that's sick of this song
in the 7th song Regime, you can't get in the battle zone (Chorus) (Bizzy) I see no black queen, nigga searched it Then your other boys cursed the