long gone and moved on But you're long gone, you moved on But you're long gone, you moved on eh eh, oh oh eh eh, oh oh But you're long gone, you moved on
like it was yesterday But you're long gone and moved on But you're long gone, you moved on But you're long gone, you moved on But you're long gone, you moved on
long gone and moved on But you're long gone, you moved on But you're long gone, you moved on eh eh, oh oh eh eh, oh oh But you're long gone, you moved
least six digits on So the guns gotta be at least midget long The money, is like ten bridges long I throw bread around just to turn pigeons on I got some
them, oh shit Coming and going and I be running the show and I be knowing they knowing And I be gunning and blowing and I be stitching and sewing up everything
spit it to them oh s-s-shit coming and going i be running the show and i be knowing they knowing and i be gunning and blowing and and i be stitching and
night nigga check It's on 'til the break of dawn, I keep it on And on and on, and on and on and on and on Like clockwork, we hit these niggaz where
see it wit' ya glasses on Without a witness, doin' dirt all by my lonely and then I'm gone All I ever wanted was to flip the script You pull a gat on me, and
blue moon On the streets to get bodies soon And I thought that we miss you Every night we actin' fool Better move yourself a little quicker Fast, and
's got at least six digits on So the guns gotta be at least midget long The money is like ten bridges long I throw bread around just to turn pigeons on
And all That Jazz [Announcer] Make that two) [Velma Kelly] And all that jazz And all that jazz Slick your hair And wear your buckle shoes And all that
like crazy gone mad And villains gone bad, Punk ass niggas, don't be so Daft Baby, why you hanging with them Busters like Babs? They are such a drag, you should move
