survive, but why? To my dogs wherever you are Whattup Big? You know shit is rough after you slid You in God's hands now, keep a place for me kid Ain
inside When I'm gone there you are back bone for support If I was broke I already know that you would put in some work Do anything for you baby, anything for
beamer Bout to get emphezema Gun slingers rap singers With more stripe than the bengals No need for the gang sign I'm using my trigga finga [happy p] Now won't you
like Al Green I'm headed straight to the LB forget it that's what they tell me Sell me everythang except some bullshit and when it's time for the gunfight
forrest green -- Benz jeep for my team so while you sleep I'ma scheme (that's right) We see through, that's why nobody never gon' believe you You should
should know Big Pun be the largest thang Straight out of the projects And that's how we roll, roll You know I'm well known like Al Capone, fully blown
Artist: Erick Sermon f/ Al Green * Album: React Song: Love Iz * all of the musical vocals in parenthesis are Al Green samples "People in the house
cream, forrest green -- Benz jeep for my team so while you sleep I'ma scheme (that's right) We see through, that's why nobody never gon' believe you You
couldn't stop if I wanted to I'm warnin you I'm dispatchin, I get a little warmer than you Grey skies are callin you, I'm all in you Up in that ass like
more than what you bargained for Six-pack weasels pumped up by their own press releases Till the capital ceases Ain?t no difference tween black and white Except the green
Cause I'm a static addict No fear you gotta Know I had it If you know better Spose to do better So I know like al green We gotta stay together Knock,
some bullshit And when it's time for the gunfight nigga pull quick 'Cause ain't nothin' butter but us And nigga you'll get wet up for fuckin' with my
you gotta make the money first Then when you get the money, you get the power Then when you get the power, then you get the women That's why you gotta
Boy Boy Hey Maunderin' this young Wayne Mami you know the game You know ta give me brainz, til you make your boy range Go try another - Boy You gatta
children is especially harmed camoflouged torahs, bibles and glorious qurans the books that take you to heaven and let you meet the Lord there have become misinterpreted, reasons for
' believe you You should do what we do, stack chips like *Hebrews* Don't let the melody intrigue you (uh-uh) Cause I leave you, I'm only here for that green
twirl (Gangsta) Mobbin' through the hood, I need a gangsta girl Doll-E Girl, where you at, homegirl, hit me back I got a 12-pack in an Al Green sack Slow