ve worked it out somehow But it's over now I thought you'd be comin' 'round But it's over now Could've worked it out But it's over now
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me away Coulda worked it out somehow But it's over now Thought you'd be comin' 'round But it's over now If you broke my heart I can't let it show I can
(feat. Corey Gunz) [RIHANNA:] Now If it's loving that you want You should make me your girl, your girl If it's loving that you need Baby come and share
and guns and bags and masks And anything we would need So we scoped out the facility Really waited a couple of weeks. 'Till it was time to kick in the door Everyone down it's
thinking Shorty's, a little bit too hype But if a nigga give her anything It will be the pipe, and it will be alright Cause you know the kid will be the type And do it
over you brother then the newspapers put you all over the cover then you in a suit one hand cross over the other next you in the earth with the dirt over
and say thank ya) Now that's keepin' it gangsta (keepin' it gangsta) [Chorus - Fabolous] Ya'll know who Keepin' it Gangsta We come through Keepin' it
my pleasure to present to you (My pleasure) (Yeaaa, Yeaaa) Street Family (Ah Ha, Ah ha!) Street Fam, that Street Fam (Woo Woo) It's the realest that
Russie and Diggie It's nothin' no biggie And if I have to I do it myself I'm feelin' like a Puff with no Biggie Now these joker nigga's O.D. Pullin'
Na na ni, oohh na na now, haha yeah [Chorus:] We're in it from morning to night, someones always going down now, im feeling the shots, the dealers the
everything stop And your love's an honest sight, And you see everything it's not Notice everything it wasn't Realizing why it shouldn't never be again 'Cause in the end it's
I do; reimbursed it And now it hurts to be around or converse with ya And what's worse is before this I had worse with ya Now war missiles hand guns and
length of the ruger Life's a bitch and I feel her Ain't nobody iller?, Godzilla Catch me blowing vanilla's Used to be blood money now it's go hard scrilla
it flees Ignorance swoops at the vulture's knee It's time to make a step, it's time to make a move Time for the nation, it's time for the groove [Professor
pimping, ride out tonight [Z-Ro] Back in 1994, I use to hustle all the time Instead of a woman, Ro had making money on his mind Now it's 2000 and 3,
sagging and bragging Weed it up inflate it down, you damn shot and flipped the meat wagon So save me some son of a guns, when it's over We one of the
ass Soldier that's what I be, so bitch Why you trying to play me like a H-O-E Turn me loose so I can make it to the T-O-P It's like I'm in a bucket full
