it must be right Too long this heart's been dissatisfied Gonna live it up, live it up tonight I remember how it might have been All I want is just to feel it
got [Verse 3: Layzie] We did it alone by ourselves Little help from E eternal we will him will neva forget him Stood our ground and we put this down It
don't get it twisted, we thug and we real wit it, you feelin' we flip and we deal wit it, ain't gotta like it, better live wit it, destruction, betta
And we made it, creepin' in the courtyard So Krayzie feelin' safety coming Hittin' the fence and jump in it quick From Krayzie's tech-9 bullets humming Well it
? There he go, now slowly approach start buckin' but baby, no kills Hit him low, we gotta get money so fuck it just show him what's real 'Cause it's
screamin we lost him Life suddenly divorced and fuck it it cost him You want beef say no more Brace your delf nigga its on We spray 4 4 s bitch
For now (For Now) Might as well get another round (round) Notice there ain't nothing in your cup So get here baby let me fill it up (fill it up) [Chorus:] Go girl, It
remix and I'm back with Dr. Carter (what it is) We talking millions in that six duece inch navy blue mercedes Oh you aint know its Young Mulah baby Your boyfriend is
can. [Verse 2: Eve] Bring peace do we mean it? Can you feel it when we scream it out loud, do you believe that we need it? Do you believe that it could
one now and drive the other one later Shit, it's the new Fresh Prince and all I'm missing is Jada I got a hard drive, all I'm missing is data Please give
in where you fit in, punk It's what life is all about Did that get him, did that get it? (Yeah, you got him) Wait, it's the end? (Bitch-ass nigga)
get me Well, you can label me an outlaw when madd maxx turn to set it off Grab the 9 millimeter by the pistol grip an let it off Like dustin' hoff killin
nixed the spare well How that weed smell? Oh I know it That's how these Georgia crackers grow it You getting high to every time you blow it If you feelin
Billy has got it jumpin' Get it from a pro, get it for the low Get you some blow, get it for the nose Get it for the show, get it for the hoes Four
't care This is a crap gym [Well, mate, just leave, please] It doesn't work, how do I know it works I'm still fat, why am I still fat [Just go, please] It
d never listen so na If I could I'd switch places with him To show him i miss him all the plans we discussed In the kitchen might As well call me tom call him
your daddy as well, but if ya tell you'll die sick so n' god told me your going straight to hell. Well, if you don't like it I can leave then you'll
. Remixes, outfixes, we write it, you like it. Rap music, house music. No matter what it is, the jbs can do it. Oh ya, (etc.) It's coming (x4) How much is it