That anvil night hard mine is bright knickers Maybe not quite the star but my hearts in it When brett hart meet bret farve A sharp shooter well exceeding any figure four
lyric That anvil night hard mine is bright knickers Maybe not quite the star but my hearts in it When Brett Hart meet Brett Favre A sharp shooter well exceeding any figure four
m in these streets... They say... is pain I call it bullshit Cause when I'm finished cryin I'm back to this bullshit I got a four clip from my enemies
me she gotta be mine Baby Girl And Everytime we sexing That hidden room is like a weapon Hey she gotta be mine Baby Girl More than anything she my friend
my partner's helping me I was what they were laughing at Can't approach the girl of your dreams with pro-wiens and wragger jeans So wife five-four shirt
became an outcast to the hood, restricted to my rhyme Why couldn't I just live my life, without my talent making danger Jealousy is now state jail, from friends
t set tripping But I will, wet niggaz and wet women With the calico, I had to let a motherfucker know That I come around your corner, in a Lincoln four
t set tripping But I will, wet niggas and wet women With the calico, I had to let a motherfucker know That I come around your corner, in a Lincoln four
But I don't wanna be a runaway, I love my block But I can't seem to put my gun away, friends be killing friends So I don't make no ends, with nobody I
till we die U-Hauling, with them chickens that don't fly [Young Chris] Pull up in the low-low, everything slow-mo The Lex the four do', Perellis the
self-defense friends every ten minutes drop it's off When three's comany and four is a crowd And my situation is seven everybody else can move around Look at your friends and your friends
the ghetto was on my mind Needed to relocate with the thought of location, keeping it on the low Cause when niggas beep you all the time It seems they act friends
over there, you could get ten blunts for ten I smoke over and over again, God forgive me Cause I'm a young thug, with tattoos in my skin Four hundred
niggas [x3] [Chorus:] To all my hustla niggas Ball-N (ball-n) To all you bitch ass niggas we gonna do it again I got kin (kin) / I got friends (friends
got that bomb bomb pussy [Chorus: Snoop + (Girl)] (Whachu doin?) Nothing chillin at the Holidae In (Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring four of your friends