is for me, is for me It?s just for me, hey, hey, hey Your love is for me, for me, for me For me Your love is for me, is for me, for me Just for me Your
is for me, is for me It's just for me, hey, hey, hey Your love is for me, for me, for me For me Your love is for me, is for me, for me Just for me Your
imma a fiend 4 nuthin but codiene and killa green wit a 24 hour high and lean cuz im always smokkin on da scene. Everybody wanna out me 2 da test, im just
Mmmmmm Said I got the blues Said I got the blues Memphis City Blues [Verse 1] Light up the green Watch me light up the room Watch me light up the mic
specs Don't forget the O's that let the air in my nose Breathe in the fresh as the stale hit the road Girls ask for flicks and unblock the pores Eat the Al Greens
L.A.! [Hittman] Gimme that mic fool, it's a West coast jack move They call me Hitt - cause I spit like gats do cock me back Bust caps for my max crew
willin to die, yes sir in the Killing Field I got my, life preserver And I'll do my time for murder, these niggaz got the nerve to question me - bout
die Stay higher than a hello, how you doin? Burn the rubber till the tires ruin Burn a coat of fire human Cause this Drag Burnin like the grits on Al Green
the industry now fuck superhead, And I might just fuck her too, If I ever catch her sliding or riding through the (Streets of Compton), Rolling down Green Leaf smoking on that green
turn tables turn and that Al Greens plays I see my mother's afro as momma taps her toes as she rolls her jays And my poppa just left the house, in search
Bed-Stuy Brooklyn to Beijing East coast hostess hostile colossal, money flarin like nostrils for drug dealin apostles, huh Al Pacino down to Nino Brown Me
my best friends from back in the day Down the street form Calumet a school full of stones He nicknamed me K-Rock so they'd leave me alone Bulls jacket
Oh, oh, oh, yeah [Joe C.] See me cruisin' in my caddy, ho's they like to call me daddy Cool, when I'm stylin', just rollin' on my island Now just in
me brainz, til you make your boy range Go try another - Boy You gatta suck ya boy get a Mack not a man baby, +Ya Understand+ baby See me the - Boy Me
now, keep a place for me kid Ain't nuttin changed -- still _Party and Bullshit_ We used to +Fuck R&B Bitches+ and see who rhyme sickest For every hit
love me later, how could a hater blame her Shoot, Im just that dude that kick bars for a living Get rich and trick collect cars for a living Houses
