have a crease, in my motherfucking clothes Standing on the stage, rock a crucified show Holla at the Trae, holla at the Jay'Ton I can make the season
4 Seasons, but I still smoke Why y'all niggas fucking with me, I wanna be free But jealousy and envy, be watching me planning on stopping me Fuck that, I'm a Ridgemont 4
a busta love, but now it's hunting for a busta season And he can't be the reason, to run in your crib and leave you bleeding [Chorus - 4x] (talking
Cause a kid got his cap pealed The rap deal, from the phonies who pack steel And act I'll Everybody wanna act hard I swear to god It's the season to pull
them or let 'em drop you I chose droppin' tha cop I got me a glock, and a glock for tha niggas on my block 4 of'em tried ta stab me, I moved out sold
the trunk quick nigga, gimme one reason Ice on my wrist, got my ho arm freezin' My neck stay froze, it don't matter what the season Eightball, fat boy
crime And nothing lasts forever For all good days it's true I'd rather tred it all For somehow saving you And must have been the season That've threw
[Krayzie] This track is tight you should be clapping your hands (clapping your hands) [4x] [chorus] As we ride by the end of the night You will envision
This world you'll fine there's no other like my kind [Hook: Bizzy Bone] Code Murder One, Code Murder One, Code Murder One, Code Murder One Murder them mo [4
Dean man (dats me) Man Balling on these niggas even on the off season (ok) And they no me everwhere I go ya got low cash call that shit CB4 Oh And when
we naughty, Let me hear ya say ahh, say ahh, Baby, I gotcha pullin on the covers, 45 minutes in it and I'm stil under, Bet I make it thunder, Hurricane season
[DJ Khaled:] The season has returned DJ KHALED! We global now, we global We international now International Nasir! [Nas:] Money fall out the sky when
this bitch hoe, kickin down in yo front door Knock knock, you hear the glock cock and that thing pop on the 4 4 Posted up in that same block, I'm in
1st time aroud I left the cars at the house And I put the diamonds down Them things come and they go it's bout the rhymein Now I'm seeing it clearer The season
on the shore Waiting for the ship in call There's something in the way I move That keeps them on their own A star explodes a storm A billion seasons
all the people talking out their ass well,someone gotta school ya cause ya got no class well I?ve paid my dues I?m a seasoned dame So why you gotta throw
Shades. Four shades.. Four seasons.. Six-Fours.. More reasons.. More money.. Whore season. Are you listenin mah? Your cheesin. We at the Staples on the floor, whole season