they hate you then they love you again get away from me loniless get away from me misery get away from me fake sh-t, I can't take the phoniness get away
somebody. i am the show at the after party. im stackin dough aint gotta sell crack no mo stay on my grind. got a lotta kids at home. gotta get it on
say Hands in the air pat ya belly thats enough ay Just seein how much I can get away with Lookin for a bird to get away with Fly in my space ship Take
be All my dreams are reality This is all I know so this is life So don't get cold like a rainy night Album platinum, still I gotta fight But don't
to get a dollar I ain't mad at'cha, gotta do something Hold your head up 'cause they can't touch you This goes out to the girls in the streets Like going
the business, nigga! Gilla House, nigga! [Verse 1: Redman] Yo, you ain't gotta' ask, dog - who am I? I walk in the street, my middle finger in the sky
to ya Really gotta concentrate and now we're gonna consummate So let?s conversate ?cause I think it's time that we became one love One body, girl I wanna get
It's payday, get that cheese You gotta get that cheese Just get that cheese Now when you're dreamin', it might not be real But when you're all alone,
So get yours, and buy my new album Peep the game and don't be like calvin Get everything you want, get real, get you mail Get your girl to make bail and get
't Get it girl, now I'm telling you don't Nigga please, you provoke no feeling You must've forgot the girls of whom you're dealing We haven't the urge to get
to win F-ck if they close the door, knock tonight, I'm coming in [Hook] I gotta make it I gotta make it though I gotta make it I gotta make it though
you With the fear that it eventually departs And the truth is I've been dreaming of some tired tranquil place Where the weather won't get trapped inside
Found a woman in the dumpster, body was mutilated Bad dreams all up in my head, no lie Sometimes I gotta take a sniff so I can get by, why Don't I get
(How high can you get?) Gotta Rise up (to the top, to the top) Cant stop (How high can you get?) Cause what goes up must come down So we gotta rise up
Ja quit playing now get off your not Tupac You can get popped after all that shit you pop [Kon Artis] Now we can skip past the mean mugs, get to the
now Irv got the nerse to try serve on us but Detroit niggas curve and they stirs to bust Kon Artis: Do I gotta get my nigga bugz, punks like you get
In the day we sweat it out in the streets of a runaway American dream At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines Sprung from cages