to let it go if we have something to prove oh we only know to let it show what are we trying to prove We only know To let it show We only know to let
too many of them with one hand I understand, but damn [x2] [Fabolous:] Yea, Slow down baby, let me be your yellow light The way we met was wrong, let
And Take Your Whole Top Off Were Deal Ear Me Don't F*Ck With The Knock-Off Push It To The Limit And Receive Is The Drop-Off Ah Ho No..And Pop It Off For
to my crib in ya black Range Rova I got some plans that don't involve my hands Get out and walk up slowly Lemme see your new Menolo's I don't think your
My Mouth If You Get Closer To My House Then You Know What I'm Taking about I'm Out The Hood And If You Feel Me Put Your Hands Up (hood) My Hood Of Niggas
dismiss? So, off to the road we go you know Follow the pro-nigga flow Off to the road you know we go Follow the pro-nigga flow For you and yours, legislation
taking off all your vains No plexing in Houston Texas got to the green leaving you breathless Ak'd up your chest nothing but a memory about breakfast So break fast, with your
a busta season And he can't be the reason, to run in your crib and leave you bleeding [Chorus - 4x] (talking) The question at hand is Where's your
for love know man Keep you girl out the club if you want em Make No Mistake We Will Take Your Broads u dig Verse: Everytime I See you come through Baby quick your
'm rollin' Fuck em' all Let them die That's my slogan Fuck em' all [Chorus] (That's right bitch, Fuck em all) (Young Noble) Come put your hands
The life of a thug nigga, might need gloves But you will never know With a price on your mug And fight strips snug right around your hands Niggas
you motherfuckers that STILL, have to kill to make that money All you niggaz on the block, sellin rocks Hand to hand, runnin from the police I see you - live your
beams And in my dreams I hear motherfuckers screamin What is the meaning, when thugs cry? [Chorus: singers] Oh why, children send your child off to die In the streets of chalk where they lie Let
game I'm strugglin Verse Three: 2Pac Big up, big up, got him in the frame, bang Ain't nothin changed set it off I let the brains hang Guess who's back
Innocent, and in a sense I am Guilty of the crime that's now in hand Such a nice day! Throw your life away Such a nice day! Let it go Cold these eyes
heard me? Even though I'm real ghetto and shit Ya heard me? I got a g niggas shoot that ace Ya heard me? Your ass bettin' I'm gonna cut your face Ya heard
your whip outside (YOU STUNTIN') You spent your last on that (YOU AIN'T HOLDIN' NOTHIN') Rap niggas, they actin' like they ready to flip When I let off
sleep, they showed my things, I aint really wanna see They showed me flashbacks of murder scenes, bodies bubblin, in acid tubs, with they feet head and hands cut off
