ejected fore players ki-zearn your mi-zind I'm comin' gunnin', and takin' your trunk chain [Chorus] [Verse 3] Fly speak this fastly, Fly speak this gladly, Fly
from ur head and all da way 2 ur ya toes. Lick ya legz while i grab ya ankles. Spank dat ass das how dat thang goes. Havin u runnin from me sayin oo
Go as a luxury pass on to the middle class While the poor play in parks filled with broken glass And as we point our fingers we turn our backs We can'
) All my fly day numbered, gangstas baby Throw yo hood up if you representin' (Northside, Eastside, Southside, Westside) All my fly day numbered, playas
was a fool I'll play that motherfucker for a toooollll man Tonight'll be the night that's what we figurin Hustlin in the rain felt no pain cause we drinkin Playin
hey fat boy... [Verse 1: 2Pac] First off, touched your chick and the click you claim Westside when we ride, come equipped with game You claim to be a playa
Jeep like Big Mouth, runnin through motherfucker's backyards So I, grabs my piece before I flee And instead of me runnin', these bitches is runnin' from
and Hit Targets Meat Market Yall Haters Up Who Start Shit MJ Ripping Holes In Bodyguards Outta Line Polices and boys Who They Party Hard And When The Party Started
a G. Got 2 titties A-R front line 51 on me maybach, all the time. Now I'm on the grind five star to them hoes, Know I got this money so I play it how
me my wings! Let's fly, high, high, high, high! [X4] [Layzie Bone:] I done made it up the mountain, lookin' down on the valley, and I'm feelin' I can fly
m bustin'. Gotta makin' that getaway, gotta getaway, we got's to escape. Neva too late to make or break; don't never test the Bone fate. We steadily runnin', steadily runnin
Bow Wow:] Uh Huh It Recess Time You Know What That Mean I Ain't Talkin Bout School Time I Talkin Bout Play Time Man I Talkin Bout Big Boy Playin Ya Heard
Rick)] (When nature calls) You know them boys will come runnin (When nature calls) You know them girls don't mind comin (When nature calls) You know them boys will come runnin
rhythm rock live (man i'd rather point a pistol at ya head and try to burst it) No jive in the matter so niggas start runnin Yo that native shit is dead
a start, For me to get a chance, grab my pen and revamp Do a cameo while everybody do the dance. Quick now, cause you runnin' out of lucka Playin'
nigga Now I gotta lay you down like the last nigga Buck, buck, buck from my AK-47 This nigga playing with his life, I might have to put him in heaven Tryna play
