i aint never wanna jus cry butthis might be one of those times girl i know i messed everything up but i still gotta try chorus so i aint givin up(oh
space Backin her ass up all in my face Come and get yo girl, cause shawty wont leave How can she be yours when she all up on me Come and get yo girl,
over your song before you ad-lib it I pop up like Xzibit But givin' I'm at your crib it's Not to put no fuckin' fish tanks in your Civics Fuck getting
, precicely selectin' my tool Don't play by the rule, bustin first Leavin' niggas wet up Jump in my Cadillac and then I jet up If it's a set up I'ma call
O B C C H D M 2 C 74 Little Nasi and the crew, y'all niggas come home Word up, the new album gon' be the shit baby Aint no doubt about it, E Pluribus
all alone, I'm blowin up in em Sendin them back to you, mad at you Don't catch a motherfuckin attitude I'm just showin you how this rapper do Capital Punishment, when I'm up
make u sweat You gotta make ur booty bounce like u wrote a bad check yeah Take me straight to bank u aint got to no rimy u betta fill up the tank put
, Master P] Clap your hands doors come up (that ain't nothing) Clap twice the motor start up (that ain't nothing) Guys givin' a concert when they run up
, or sleet Us niggas gon eat, makin troops we creep Losin the jeep, runnin on feet, survivin off the land money and Gun in hand, operation quicksand Aint
big O B C C H D M 2 C 74 Little Nasi and the crew, y'all niggas come home Word up, the new album gon' be the shit baby Aint no doubt about it, E Pluribus
Gotta Make Ya Booty Bounce Like U Wrote A Bad Check(Yeah) Take U Straight To The Bank U Aint Got No Remy In U U Betta Fill Up Ya Tank Put Ya Hands On
travelin You heard it before, you aint Sunshine Anderson Got a bomb plantin and I'm ready fo' mo' Bitches gettin in my party givin head at the do' All
Fiend, Master P, Mia X) [Master P] To all them hustlers out there that wanna be like me. (What's up Gambinos?) Just wanna let yall know that this aint
day cut throats what makes it shroom blossom and boom a murmer in a gossipin room my jesus comin back possibly soon anticipate his shown up desire for grown up
spit fire all you mcs are tracking about it Try and dis gimme a mic I turn cats to liars Havent given a thumbs up get your thumbs up This isnt kids stuff
you wont do much Hifey when you get lit up off the drank Hifey when you take your first hit up off the dank Hifey you a soldia gone off the tank Sellin
precicely selectin' my tool Don't play by the rule, bustin first Leavin' niggas wet up Jump in my Cadillac and then I jet up If it's a set up I'ma call
