time) Love will come again, my friend (Open your eyes) (Love never dies) Don't run away You just can't say that this is the end Ohh woah (End of the line
me under What a bumba you know that you can find me I never change my number I don't mind if these private caller's wana carry on blinging up my line
to drink When nobody's home But I hate to eat alone 'N' frozen dinners don't do much for me When you've got T.V. on the table 'N' T.V. on T.V. All you
Got me rushed to the station Stuck in this line up Tryin hard to hide my face They placed the name but can't recall description I ain't did shit
bottle The money ain’t a thang when you party with me Its what we into its simple We ball out of control like you wouldn’t believe I’m the napalm the
ain't gotta keep dealin it a south nigga....give a fuck if you ain't feelin it UGK for life bitch an underground boss disrespect and that's a line you don't
city Though breathlike, get deathlike at times. And there's no use in tryin' T' deal with the dyin', Though I cannot explain that in lines. Your cracked
I'm proud to be that nigga in the ghetto that just can't stay out Ain't nowhere to run ain't nowhere to hide And it ain't no way out [Flesh N Bone &
down!) My Mo Thugs (Ohhhhh!) was always around And if there comes a time to pick or choose (pick or choose) My Mo Thugs won't never lose (Don't ya know
[Verse 1: Flesh N Bone] We in the last five days of these trials and tribulations And I'm waiting for the Lord oh please don't leave me forsaken Caught
The money ain't a thang when you party with me It's what we into it's simple We ball out of control like you wouldn't believe I'm the napalm the bomb
you crazy cause you quit, look at my clique lately You ain't fucking with' Budden, you ain't got no choice with Royce You don't wanna see the Crooked
Praying negativity will never ever live in me Ain't nobody wrote mine, ain't nobody co-signed 'member hanging clothes on my Aunt Felicia clothes line
down grands and submission I don't back track, every single sound for me different I don't own no ice, just got clean rap Don't ever two step, I just
talk bout name brand an don't know di term Inna yuh Baby Phat... Jeans dat done confirm Some a dem don't clean dats why dem end up catch baby germs [
the Ryders roll thick like N.W.O. Everybody wanna shine until they get Steiner lined Show vital signs, pinned till three Yo ain't leave with the belt, then you ain't
