so weak when i shoulda been strong i was on the road and you were home alone in the back of my mind i knew it was all wrong it was bonnie and clyde
know who I are? The M-A-Double, you want trouble you got it the spot is on You blot it I got it then shot it it's hot up in your dome Peace with the
Be Pushin Da White Different Chevy N Surp, Digital Dash, No Bank Account My Money N Bags, Go Thru Da Physics, Cuz When I Whip It And I Luv To Whip It
can top it You can google it and you can search it On how a nigga come and unlock it, impossible to stop it More fire, thunder, pain, I go and heed the
it on somebody You might as well blame it on a motherfuckin ho.... [beat kicks in] You feel me, Meech (Now that I think about it...) It was all on a
went the wrong route Scrape a 38 on your teeth, I knock 'em all out I know you ain't fuckin with me dawg (c'mon NOW) Underestimate, run up on, it's on
in that casket In a million years I never would imagine So I?m going out looking for my dawg On the block getting bent for my dawg God tell me why it
gon' let it go. Bone Thugs~N~Harmony: original. It don't matter who's right. It don't matter who's wrong; we'll set it off. Wanna lose yo' life (yo' life
got us dyin for it waitin for relief The penitentiaries is filled to the max with my people who tried to make it out but never made it back Crack, to
say you the man but dawg these bitches cant tell But ladies love Dom cuz Im gettin that mail To make it out my hood is like to make it out of jail Put
dead wrong I'm over here prepared, blowin' a air horn You niggaz talk widdit I do it blind blindfolded without walkin' with sticks As dark as it gets
and down, Ten; up and down, Eleven (we riiiide) Southfield, niggaz (this is how we) In the D every day is violent, it's never silent All you hear is
tell me somthing what the fuck is wrong wich u? "fuck is wrong wich you?" bitch ass motherfucker what the fuck is wronge wich you? "fuck is wronge wich
like it don't matter How does it feel? Bink bitch How does it feel? It probably feels wack Ladies and gentlemen How does it feel? Phat or Wack? How
is the world's debut of these damn fools Stak and Blac, tic for tac, breakin' all racial rules And ain't too much, wrong with that 'cuz if it is, gone
the wrong route Scrape a .38 on your teeth, I knock 'em all out I know you ain't fuckin' with me dawg, come on now Underestimate, run up on, it's on
