please submit, the notion that I no longer believe in this shit? Lay me on the consummation bed, a fatal blow driven to the maidenhead. We're running on nothing, on
submit, the notion that I no longer believe in this shit? Lay me on the consummation bed, a fatal blow driven to the maidenhead. We're running on nothing, on
best I can to ruin what I have come on Don?t think you?ve got to go in alone here I?ve got nothing left to hide your dying just make up your mind I
Bentleys That's right stupid! Soon as they couped it, I went and scooped it Now I'm on the move, on the move Running the City, something like Diddy At
what you hearin Please Listen [Chorus:] Please Please Listen Yes, yes Please Listen Man Please listen up Please Listen Man Please listen up Please Listen Man Please listen up Please Listen Man Fuck
[Intro - Michael Richards] Shut up! 50 years ago, they'd have you upside down with a fucking fork up your ass! You can talk, you can talk, you can talk
Smoking on a marley Rolled in a marlin Fresh above the water Say im not hot Then your prolly on water They prolly on water, they prolly on water Prolly on water, They all on
be selling drugs, running up and down the boulevard Better respect, whatever the desert eagle say 5-2 due for Z-Ro, with a mad super ego Couldn't nobody, tell a nigga nothing
A-Lot Dean's List know I'm saying, that's what I ride to When I'm rolling, through these mo'fucking city streets Corner to corner, block to block Witnessing nothing
wanted plenty Back in the gap, when I first hit the block With my first 25, and a hand full of rocks Posted up at Samantha house on the West, on the
(*talking*) Man, same everyday, wake up, gotta get it Trying to get it baby [Hook] It's the same everyday, everyday is the same Running up and down
a fuck, good punch a bitch nigga make him vomit On the grind, I'ma take a trip on Greyhound I be flying on a plane, but the dope is on the ground Headed
Ro] Up jumps the boogie, cause the track is so thoed Got me breaking down bubble gum, I'm fin to be so blowed Nothing but clouds in the sky, but it's
Big Glock Had to call up Reese's, got guns to dock He done called his connect, and picked up a new stock These broke ass niggas, ain't nothing but peasants
) And thats when I get stupid and them gorilla niggaz be with me But I'll rather be running up in something wet and slippery (wet and slipperrrry) Waiting on
on they lifeline Ain't no running to the trunk, I got my pistol right now [Z-Ro] Creeping with my automatic, running round Laying motherfuckers down, straight up
one up in the chamber On my block if you ain't got a glock, you's in danger Continuously head busting for nothing, my friends and my enemies Nothing but
