by the time you all catch on, I'ma end your career and walk away with the whole floor so you have nothin to fall back on! I'll throw you off of ten floors
Time: 3:16 Chuck Berry/Brian Wilson (uncredited lyricist) Let's hear it Look who came to sing Louder Are you ready for em? Well let 'em know you're welcoming
the time you all catch on, I'ma end your career And walk away with the whole floor so you have nothin to fall back on! I'll throw you off of ten floors
And by the time you all catch on, I'ma end your career And walk away with the whole floor so you have nothin to fall back on! I'll throw you off of ten
-seven but I don't represent no gangbang Some niggaz like lynchin but I just watch them hang so on, and so-on, why don't you let me roll on I remember
much engineered for the tuba. Now, let's go over this "New Brown Clouds" the way we were starting off with it. You missed this part. There's seven, you count seven
will hear Black magic As the day gets shorter and nights grow bigger Why on cops they always chasing a nigga And why on FOX they always selling us fear Twenty-four seven
've seen it all before Though all my golden dreams and all my brazen schemes May scatter like a rainbow on an open sea Oh no, you won't find me staring down an M16
be on my shoulders Cuz the devil seent the rest Right on it through his binge's and Then poisinous Syringe's Beaten on my mama kicked the doors of the
with his peers, different blocks, different years Sittin on, different benches like it's musical chairs All his peoples moved on in life, he's on the
hate you see Came way too late, but baby I'm on it.. And there's a fine line between love and hate you see Came way too late, but baby I'm on it.. Can
be reppin my city er er er'y night I be reppin my city I be reppin my city I be reppin my city - no one can do it better [Rick Ross:] Let the top back on
double-O to the, T-S an' Y'all niggaz in the mix, keep guessin The world traveller in the flesh without question Last seven years on tour without restin
1:] We're on the highway rolling to Californ-I-A Seven of us heaven love us cuz it's evil in front of us We must trust that G-O-D got our backs on this
Panama I Shipped 16 To Arkansas And Sent The Rest To Witchitaw Meet Us For The Fever Then Goin Down In Cleveland Yea I Put My Tax On It, If U Dont Want
benchin' I weave through tracks like extensions (nigga) I'm ridin' for chips like on time on motorcycles And for looters to get trifle I'm like a chink on
