you in his arms I want you back Yes I do now I want you back Ooh ooh baby I want you back Ya ya ya ya I want you back Na na na na Tryin' to live without
loss of breath Skin peeled off your flesh, I know you wish you wore a vest That's a no brainer, I'm coming with both flamers I'll spray 'em, but I'm no
I own you wish you had Every time I do good it makes you mad You're not a friend to me, just an enemy A sucker that rhymes, a wanna be [Marquis] You
no losses man Way down, way down [Verse 1: Layzie Bone] I'm taking a swig of the burb word Downin' my fifth and I swerve Drunk as I bend on the curb
Layzie:] Back on the mission, flipped the script, better check what the wind just blew in. Think again. It's a preacher with' a grin on a mission for revenge with' a
a word when you served, You heard it when i clacked that gat back, Runnin with gats and bats, So nigga dont test RIP, Cuz youll get a peeled cap, Pap
hands up and I'll copy you I said Put your hands up and I'll copy you Put your hands up and I'll copy you if you've got a dream and a lot to do Put
a wife and build a life and have a son and daughter And once I'm there I swear I won't care if I see my coffin Not on some death wish just expressive
I've been kicked I've been told I'm a total discrace I've been shoved I've been pushed I've been slapped in the face. I've had drinks thrown my way,
mother fucker you used to see in pictures With a bong, a joint, a pipe, or a big bag The crickedy cronic that I always seem to have Yes I always seem
(Hi, may I take your order?) Dwamn! Hey, that's all I'm a say right now I'm at a loss for words, girl, you, girl, gon' take that bow You lookin... boy
can blame my past People can kiss my ass I'm at a loss for words Chad gon' sing the rest I'm waitin for the day that Together we can find a way back
she's tryna get into. Top huggin' them curves (them curves) Got a nigga like me at a loss for words. I know she can tell that I'm wit it, wanna get it
up/ All my thugs, I salute you, stay true/ An all my love, I send to you/ This one here's for you, and you/ We still love you so you know it's all good
no shorts, no losses, man Way down, way down I'm taking a swig of the 'burb word Downing my fifth and I swerve Drunk as I bend on the curb Get up to
when I'm learnin' about how stress you fell in a article Forget a rhyme I'm just as real when I talk to you And you know that we share Kodak moments I