close, I'm close, I'm close I'm close, I'm close, I'm close I'm close, I'm close, I'm close I'm close, I'm close, I'm close
fight it (chorus) I'm so close I can feel it ( I can fight it, no) I'm so close I can feel it (twice) I'm close I'm close I'm close (repeat 4x)
t fight it (chorus) I'm so close I can feel it ( I can fight it, no) I'm so close I can feel it (twice) I'm close I'm close I'm close (repeat 4x)
s long Ya boy got the drug money we be stackin on Lotta carrots, not the one's Bugs Bunny snackin' on Got em, get em close and, lookin' like I scooped
knows I'm goin' from first to last place. So I'm makin out another commissary list, Stamped envelopes, soups, oatmeal and tuna fish. Soda, candy, cool offs, coffee is as close
here sliding niggaz, we been out here doing boys Been out here wrecking, you niggaz ain't shit Hoe ass niggaz, make a nigga slide your bitch ass Under a closed
Presidential boys real steel Anybody draw they get too close, watch I better get a deal grill For mill candy paint, catch me riding on a full tank Every
and busters, peeping them soldiers and hustlers Got an eye for them fuckers, that trying P.H. with snorkels Got a trunk full of clutches, blinding mine make you stutter I blow like a hurricane, so close
best of me Everywhere we hang it's the same thang In '95 you can die if ya gang bang You could survive, gettin' high like a true G Can't close my eyes
world deeper than loyalty and love (Except loyalty and love, between thugs) For you, I pull up in the whip and spray the whole strip (For you, I walk up close
baby need some shoes times are getting hard guess what I'mma do Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Closed
ground. There's been rumors of war and wars that have been The meaning of the life has been lost in the wind And some people thinkin' that the end is close
make the law And sick and tired of seein nigga's flossin, put it down real 'til I'm in my coffin Scrape a lape, can't get me bent. Nigga this tank don
dey use to play But now that I am tewnty-one if u go to kissin n huggin me Lil mami I'm trying to cop sumtin, I'm in da club now tearin up Tank top, standin
She's on my dick cause I spit better than you What you expect her to do? How you expect her to act in the sack When she's closing her eyes, fantasizing
shredder the grater the beef grinder I'll settle vendettas a little later, Giving haters incubators, think ya made a mistake, By saying shady was ghost I aint even close
, have listened to it, my girl, yo, she'd be pissed if she knew about this visit... She had a tank top on, I took her tank top off, but should've stopped
