on through to you Hope your door wont mind me hoping. You’re gunna need somebody on your side You’re gunna need somebody on your side You’re gunna need somebody on your
(feat. Krayzie Bone) Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die? Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die? Get it on till I die Get it on
Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die? Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die? Get it on till I die Get it on till I die Y'all, Y'all remember
all that keep on raisin hell Put a pistol in your hand and let you fade yourself It ain't right, what you put your momma through, young G Gotta change your
I will be right by your side On this roller coaster Roller coaster ride of life Roller coaster ride of life So, when I hear you calling ?Cause you have hit your
ankle boy I aint nothing to play with Started off local but thanks to all the haters I know G4 pilots on a first name basis In your city faded off the
of life and vibrant, Side by side wherever you was ridin', I went, So close almost was some Bonnie and Clyde shit, When Ronnie died you was right by my side
ankle boy ain?t nothing to play with, it started off local but thanks to all the haters, I know G4 pilots on a first name basis, and your city faded
ankle boy ain't nothing to play with It started off local but thanks to all the haters I know G4 pilots on a first name basis And your city faded off
walk from side to side, You're transparent to me, There ain't a thing you can hide, Derive glamour from the stamina it takes to survive. Now give me your cash and go Before you're heart brakes
Face against the ground Torn, but you can stand Your will is strong, but you have now I know you can save us Faith is on your side Fears you can
it, everything hangs on this Hanging the getting of, timing the everything Like bodies we die, like rivers we dry We fuel and recharge the chimers and doors I fall on my side
skin, and I got that badge and Tellin me them bastards, don't catch a bad break Caught a bad rate on whip with bad brakes I'm caught up in these bad
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) Throw... (red) Your... (white) Hands... (blue) Up... (black) Throw... (calm) Your... (down) Hands... (move) Up... (back) Throw... (motherfuckers) Your... (askin) Hands... (who is) Up... (that) Throw... (you know) Your
, and I got that badge and Tellin me them bastards, don't catch a bad break Caught a bad rate on whip with bad brakes I'm caught up in these bad ways
a sprained ankle boy I ain't nuttin to play with It started off local Ut thanks to all the haters I know G4 pilots on a first name basis And your city
control [Chorus x2] [Ludacris Verse 2] 6 hands grippin the sheets, 30 toes are curled What in the world is goin on till the brake a brake a dawn wit
