(Browne/Maitland) I've got to let you go 'Cause I feel that I'm changing I've got to let you go 'Cause I fear that we might fade How many ribbons could
beat, you know that we Gs You see all the crowns, you know that we kings, you notice the rings Everywhere we go, we roll with the team, yeah And you know
all that ass you ain't got to have titties At least you part of the itty bitty titty committee really? You goin let em style on you or you can let em
, I don't mind doing for you in public, you let me touch it and rub it, But I don't love you (Aw no) I let her drive the whip, Stay over, call her girlfriends
pigeons You might be deep in this game, but you got the rules missin Niggaz be actin like they savage, they out to get the cabbage I got, nuthin but love
[Ludacris:] Uh huh, Luda You ain't gotta do that baby It's not the hand that you're dealt but how you playin your cards You got a brother feelin mellow
still got a lot of wisdom, to give to our first born [2Pac] What you gon' tell your kids nigga? Who was you? What was you doin? How did you put it down
everytime I kiss you can you visualize the picture ? me and you in extasy don't be upset it's good sex when you next to me do you wanna test me ?
pigeons You might be deep in this game, but you got the rules missin Niggaz be actin like they savage, they out to get the cabbage I got, nuthin but
I got so far to go. Dear mama, don't worry. I'm a watch for snakes. They'll set you that a lover. But it's hard today. I got the letter that she sent
's 2Pac. Can you get away? Let me come swoop you up. [girl] You know I got a man. [2Pac] I know you got a man but he ain't gon' if I take you out. [
picture And let ya know how much a nigga miss ya Pour out some liquor! "My cousin died last year and I still can't let go" Look at you Drinkin got you
fuck and get up and let ya know I'll be a 10 minute brotha for a two dolla ho Let the ho's get mad and shit I let a trick be a trick You can have that
getting loud you got a heavy buzz when seven o'clock rolls around so you pile inside the clunker start heading down town only nineteen but you know where you
from the .9's Paint a picture with words, you can see when I shine Put my back on the wall nigga, watch me go for mine I let 21 shots off at the same
, you stayin wit me? Don't let me lose you, I'm not tryna confuse you When I let loose wit this uzi and just shoot through your Isuzu You get the messege
up Take my advice, don't let ya peoples grass ya up I got a fetish for the chips 20's for the six Hollows for the clips Try me, if you think I'm playing
To This Bit** If You Want, Widout A Strap, And You Gon Getcha Ass Layed Down [Verse 3: 50 Cent] Everbody Know Education Shots Is All Over Short Paper, You On The Run You
