time all night I'm faced with the scars beyond this one bar For me to put down my guard, I'm faced with it, I'm a ride Breakin' in gas with the six-
I open my window jump to the streets and get to creepin I can live or die, hope I get some money 'fore I'm gone I'm only 19, I'm tryin to hustle on my
Tell I, tell me I do I, tell me I do I, tell me I do I, tell me I do I, tell me I do I, tell me I do I, tell me I do I, tell me I do I, tell me I
in the new edition yeah i get my johnny gill on keep a shotgun yeah i get my jason weel on fuck it swiss im still gone black entertainment yeah i get
I'm a break you off, after I stroke you off When I break you off, biatch, that's when I broke you off Tell your ass get lost, only thing I'm gonna pay
Move in now move out Hands up now hands down Back up back up Tell me what you gonna do now Breathe in now breathe out Hands up now hands down Back up
HOOK:] Move in now move out! Hands up, now hands down! Back up! Back up! Tell me what you gonna do now! Breathe in, now breathe out! Hands up, now hands
when I open my eyes While I'm eatin', gettin' dressed up, this ain't yo' pad I left some money on the dresser, find you a cab No more, sharin' I pain
For days and days we fought the heat I got so thirsty and I got so weak And when I fell cause I couldn't go I heard Hank say to Joe He's dyin' (dyin'
' rolls back home someday Cause if I ever find her gonna chain her to the floor And tell her now sit there woman you ain't leavin' no more I'm gonna tame
won't have far to go You won't have far to go if you want me cause I'm gonna stick close to you And I'm not the kind to say I told you so look for me
Move in now move out! Hands up, now hands down! Back up! Back up! Tell me what you gonna do now! Breathe in, now breathe out! Hands up, now hands down
the spots for some spendin' cash So I can buy my girl some flowers at last while I fast and learn the past Yet I'm still sacrificin nothin' in America
I erect the prison Make you respect the wisdom Man I'm chillin' with these checks I'm gettin' Cashola when I raps over tracks, yo I mack Just to break
my window jump to the streets and get to creepin I can live or die, hope I get some money 'fore I'm gone I'm only 19, I'm tryin to hustle on my own On
tests we get are heaven-sent Listen, I rap for the ones that Johnny Cash wore, the black, for Black and white women that were turned to crackhores And I
you are, not who you want to be, I walk the line like Johnny Cash I made the bus in seconds flat I called your line too many times I'm not obsessed