at you that way) Tonight I'll make my way into your house I must, I'm lusting for your body Skin looks tight, think I just might have To take a bite,
you that way Tonight ill make my way into your house I must; I'm lusting for your body Skin looks tight, think I just might have To take a bite,
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you that way Tonight ill make my way into your house I must; I'm lusting for your body Skin looks tight, think I just might have To take a bite, but
at you that way Tonight ill make my way into your house I must; I'm lusting for your body Skin looks tight, think I just might have To take a bite
with the windows up That's the way I role baby We can do it all niqht then we can wake up make up and do it aqain Hey I'm a hit it from da back Cause
out loud!!! We?s addicted to money like two fingers tapping on wherever there?s a vein, And believe me yeah we proud, Coz life is getting sicker by the day and therefore we
if it's lying down I'm a' take the bitch faster and if a teacher wear spandex best bend to whistle same as a rock but only there's is a missile Enough Wheres Natalie, we all
but instead, I be sharin meat packs and noodles with my cellies and we fed. Cause we're two gun runnin homies, gettin hit up, Drinkin hooch till we fall off and
This be the realest shit I ever wrote, and you can quote me cuz I'm from the block where we hopeless thugs, but we suppose to thug A lot of niggaz hate, a
voice A woman's tryin' to make decisions We should leave them a choice Cause who are we to say who lives and die Breathes and stops All this judgement
the bag is running like a son of a bitch We have people with bags running across, running to the East River, the East River And we have four people
cause the game was wild And the fame was a plot to try to change me And what's strange is nobody knew my name 'fore it came Now the whole world is calling me a, killer All
nigga can we get paid man? Can we just go there and sock this shit up? Hey, we smokin, and we ain't hard to fine Drinkin and shit, fuckin with some hurricane
' out the court house all about mail and bank Never die be a hustler mothafuckas And makin' thugs out you suckas. From the cradle to the grave. Chorus From
't stop, nigga, no pity We all hoods, and all we ever had was dreams Money makin mothafuckas plot scandalous schemes In the gutter, you learn to have a
