by every word that I've witnessed Chorus: Dead and left for broke? No not yet! Far from the ground, no you'll never bring us down Hey Hey Hey Verse 2:
ass niggaz round here [Fel] One shot, hey! [Lay] Two shots, it'll pass you in, and make them pussy niggaz get from round here [Fel] Two shots, oh... [
I used to get feels on a bitch Now I throw shields on the dick to stop me from that HIV shit And nigga's know they soft like a Twinkie filling Playin'
up your boots and come on down the aisle Mr. Pig-Man packing that steel But tonight, you ain't shit, now spin the fuckin' wheel Looks good, nice try
through [Verse 1 - Nas] Two steps away from death, a vest and a holster I detest detectives arresting us over Weapons possession, they was checking the Rover Inspecting the tattoos on
plenty optimos Tryna make a quick flip, like my patna Maceo I'm shinin on my haters, signin deals so I'm a paaaa... Twenty G's on the chain, and I'm still
optimos Tryna make a quick flip, like my patna Maceo I'm shinin on my haters, signin deals so I'm a paaaa... Twenty G's on the chain, and I'm still
ago, what can I do you've got me hooked on you and I can never go Hey Las Vegas, can nothing save us from you, night after night, watching the wheel go round Hey
My home boys might squabble but we don't fall down Ugh Yeah My home boys might squabble but we don't fall down (hey) (Westside, westside) Part two
me ride on into the night Pull along side If you're looking for a fight, hey, hey, hey, yeah Death tone Death tone Gonna ride on my death tone, yes
then they tape the block Rep to the death for my carnivores on lock And my dogs in the box meet you back on the block You know how the team rocks, 'til
: Im going to go, leaving clouds of smoke Ima always do my bay thang, Ima hustler mayne, gotta make my change No time for playin games hey State-to-State on
Rollin' wit' a open container, and one in the chamber Ten Likwit CD's in the changer Bettin' wages on the Lakers, yo' squad is in danger Hoes go two
Pipe down and swearing. Look, from here on, You'd say nothing wrong. Now try it again. [Roxie Hart] - I was born on... [Velma Kelly] - Come on... You
next beer run On one too many nights, the party's over He's driving through your yard, there's nothing you can do Dave's behind the wheel, and he's
we drive around and crash We drivin' through the yard there's nothin' we can do Dave's behind the wheel and he's had more than one or two Suburban families
I used to get feels on a bitch Now I throw shields on the dick To stop me from that HIV shit And niggaz know they soft like a Twinkie filling Playing
