Twenty four and he believes for Sure he's got it made Fame is here for good and Looks will never fade He doesn't know The game is never over 'till The
see you stuck in the neighborhood .. And I can tell that the flavor's good .. And you should do it like I know you should (do it) You's a go-getter, a real flame-spitter Twenty-two
a nigga only got 20 dollars shit Check this out {Snoop Dogg} Nigga 20 dollars to my name Deep in this dice game I dust off my knees I fucked off two
duck when I cock the biscuit You fuck wit me, I fuck wit you Your entourage, nigga fuck them too I got grenades What the hell your little twenty-two gon
only missed six days in nigh on twenty years o' work The money went to taxes and these bills I've paid on time The raise I got two months ago don't meet
You Back In My Life Yea You Don't Care, You Don't Care It Used To Be You That I Like But I'm a Do What I Like Tonight, I'm Goin Get Tipsy Over Twenty
all day White dream Fry your brain all day I think you lost morals, girl (What?) But it's okay cause you don't need em where we're going in that two
late I'm lookin real good, draped out Shinin like a fresh fifty cent piece, your girlfriend, c'mere Oh shit, you my man's niece, the gourmet pocket twenty
Wu-Tang Clan will rise again There are many of us, working for the good of the Wu Tang" "Die!" [*sounds of fighting are heard*] [Verse One: Street Life
to be down with O.P.P. Ain't nuttin' wrong but he got caught with the H.I.V. now No life to live, doc says two more years So after the laughter, I guess
of the charges dropped Hopped on the deal quicker than flash It's sad I admit that, but two and a half ain't bad I got getback Sentence me to five, two
[Xzibit] Yeah.. Addicted to life, had to pay a heavy-ass price Sacrifice worth waitin on the platinum and ice I'm precise with the merchandise, came back
shit That sound good when you hear it make your bitch turn trick Cuz its the year of the year Yang bring that pain Twins all in your city Looking at ass and titties And ride twenties
forth to the A where I set up shop Cruisin' down the street it must be around two o'clock They done pulled me over and just found two Glocks But i'm
in grime, good with the work Stick up kids get hit with the nine But the funeral parlor good with embalming fluid Good with the hearst Some niggas don
I shoot the lights out Until it's bright out Oh, just another lonely night Are you willing to sacrifice your life? Bitch, I'm a monster, no-good blood
had the time to ask Word [Part Two] Swat team leader yelled hit the floor Reached in my pocket pulled my 44 Dove across the room peeped out the window Twenty