im thinking.. Where'd you go Nobody likes you Everyone left you they're all out without you havin fun Everyone left you nobody likes you they're all out without you
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got) Many bricks could move, (you can say 20 a block) Many niggas'll ride (you could fill a football field) (How much money you got?) You think I signed
you But girl, they can make a perfume from the scent of you I wanna take you there, feel like June in December too So what you think about Cancun till
about your day Hoe, get the fuck out of my way I'm lean as fuck, and don't like nobody My style of rap, is I'm like nobody I let off fo' shots, and hit
the coin, to the Tre where I was born Wood, and I'm hot as a fire place, in a eskimo's house You get the, you get the, you get the splinters in your mouth
have the freedom of CHOICE! And you, Chinese, black, green, purple, Jew, YOU have the right to listen to whoever you want to, and even the 2 Live Crew
leave my kids a grip I let my blood drip off in this thug s**t You can be touched, I catch you slippin' while I'm on a money mission Like right now,
don't want you to cry [Hussein Fatal] I stay sharp as always Runnin ya bricks with blitz, through ya project hallways Dumpin crews like two's, ni**a all day
niggas clown bring a pound when they posten bail smokein' blunts in tha driveway my four-five screamin fuck tha police won't fly away, thug, till I die you
your radios] [You are the first to know of me] [You can't see me I'm hidden] [But you can see the green glow I make] [I heard you laugh last night] [
down like snitches, sheisty like bitches They gotta realize that it's five of the realest Every time that I turn arouuuund Somebody all up in my business Actin like you
get me some money 'cause just like that nigga gotsta have it, It be green to spend it just pack it Whatever you call it could do your math and work this
you do, do Sweet Jane, I'm so into you (I'm so into you) Can't nobody tell me nothin that'll make me stop messin with you They keep tellin me you're bad
four of us remain in this thang And we like "just pick up the album man" and I bet they refrain, from all of their claims You know that we still the
for the war Nigga I'm America's Most Barely coast ta coast If you ready for whateva you can ride wit me But if you lie ta me and don't die for me Look
us wid no money You won't see me when I've said it And if some come run only to visit No muse so if I told you would you tell me like you did it? I hate
