it, but I'd leave it Cause you dont know you. You cant afford the things you've past, the pull of time has its arm around you. Will you put it all in
you need a friend to come hold you down Be that one you share your everything when no one's around Baby come tell me your secrets, and tell me all your
, to survive Another day when I'm waking up I turn my TV on CNN Another homie done bit the dust, my best friend's back up in the pen Somebody hit the
And if you're smellin' dro you know that I'm in the vicinity Flawless with symmetry Yea, since elementary niggas bite the style like they tryna swap identities Empty refrigerators all I see up
be them paperboys, ayy [B.O.B:] I got skills Nunchuck Skills Rowing SKills Bowling Skills I'm pretty much Flowin still so I guess I got Floating skills But y'all are so enquilt All
have heard it all to clear this is what I am going to do [chorus] I am goin to hold, hold on to my pride I'm gonna stick, im gonna stick to my guns
and right Oh Up and down You keep it moving Left and right Yeah she's moving Up and down Oh yeah Left and right Love it when you do it Up and down Don
[Talking: Fabolous] It really was all Drama's fault, I been had the mixtape done He's like yea that's cool, But I'm bout to go to the Bahamas I'm like
back girl dont make me go again She said you been in the streets You was with that hoe again Money wrapped in rubberbands What you selling blow again ? How she got you holding guns
I Can't Say I Did It All But Believe That Befor I Leave That, I'm Try 2 Git It All wat i dont git At All It's What These Cridicts Call Something Dont
t feeling nothing from the waist down Hit up, lit up, he never gonna get up There's only one legend alive The rest you gotta dig up You acting like it
G's on all these VV's blowin' on chief, yeah I got it from Harlem 12 carrot pinky ring, shit I got it from ?Robert? step it up a notch, iced out ski mask
Make slugs a part of his head Vanish then pop up in a SL double nickel, scarlet red Fuck you I'm tryna get my cash right All my niggaz flip birds and
push up in the joint when you in the kinda truck that I push up to the joint cuz theses motherfuckaz will push him to the point that you'll end up locked
clock news You ride in a what (what's up), don't get it fucked up Or twisted, cause you'll get it twisted and fucked up And die in that truck (be cautious
the nightclubs for a year When the song go on, throw on, ya tight mugs or ya stares It's like Bugs up in here Like Thugs up in here Throw ya fingas up
, pay em all a visit I bring Pamela Lee to the P's so we all can dig it I popped enough alcohol so we all could swig it Guns, stand them up they be as
