It's time to get away It's time to get away from this world... Please tell me why do you lie girl, The guy is dead but you're still alive... Please tell
Away we go! Away we go! Come undone have some fun We'll go dig up the dead Can't take the time to kill the strangers That were in my head Sing along
one deep trying to get bread And I'm one deep when I bust heads, cause I'm not gonna tell on me When a snitch be rolling with you, you headed to felony
to find Sunshine, trying to make a million hustling got to dodge One time, I keep my head up even though I feel like giving up Sometimes, Keep your head
I got to blast I'm coming to get you, pull your punk ass out the picture And fix the braids on your head, that means I'ma get richer P-H-A-R-O-A-H, now
die, but couldn't understand my answer See it's fucked up when you loving, they don't love you in return Fuck around and wait till you get on your feet, and slug you till it burn
hide them away But her time it was going too quickly Just another few days, she'll soon be flying away But her memory will stay here forever A time she
my senses I was sliding down the door Down a coal black tunnel I was slipping away Then I felt the water hit me And I heard somebody say Better get yourself
nation Crooked thoughts cops get bought no longer caught Did you cry when my girl died Put out the hit politc niggas worldwide grabbin my dick I'll never learn take away
I lose my breath Motherfuckers, every time I see the paper I see my picture, when a nigga's gettin richer They come to get ya, it's like a motherfuckin
even if I did die young, who cares All I ever got was mean mugs and cold stares I got homies in my head who done passed away screamin, please Young nigga
fuck witcha boy 'tack time is crank time, I flip that, get that back Louie V. napsack filled up with G-stacks I'm sick in the head, me I'm all 'bout
spittin all I know who givin Me all this cash, just to put down twelve to get in yo' ass Listen, keep it far away from me I ain't got time for sittin
Rule number three if you get knocked play games and say names (gun click sound) the 45 will tear you out the frame Its like the rich get richer and the
[Chorus: x2] Get low (get low), get low (get low) They fight (they fight), they fight (they fight) Get low (get low), get low (get low) They shoot (they
all the times I thought I was in the worst situation that I could be in God helped me see in, them cloudy times Them, "I wanna get rowdy" times One of
