on, all about that bloody murder Baby Boi Mind of a souljah, mind of a souljah, release and feel me Still to this day, it's a struggle Addicted to
a fool with it Real thug niggas with real-life drama is just like watchina?? a movie Soundtrack of my life Right how they bounce back more than twice
feel good music Chill or act a fool with it Real thug niggas with real life drama Is just like watchin' a movie Soundtrack of my life Right how they bounce back more than
not really doin it for fun dont worry bout me have a ?? and i see get and run?? and maybe we can chill out hit up a couple of your spots have some drinks
'm in it They make a nigga feel like he doing something The pussy so good have you through with money But you ain't knowing she's a tramp and a slut
, I'm a start tingling baby, we can have more fun than fingerling baby (yea, can you believe it?) We can hit the club with a dutch and a dub with it,
P] Yeah, I wanna know who got a problem with me I ain't got a model with me, good lookin hood chick that'll hit you with a bottle for me A couple
famous over erything thats just how i feel bitch They trying to stop my shine They yellin hit the kill switch Wrong nigga to deal with Less you doing a
I'm cruisin' It's cause I'm steady waitin' to exhale Blowin' on that Whitney Houston She get me so emotional, delirious If I hit more than a few times
numbers, lemme make history A bet a mil I can make yo girl get wit me Lyrics off the chain everytime I hit a beat These instrumentals dead, (get this boy a
You feel that? We get that, We in that, we run that, we bus' back, We hit 'em when we see 'em comin' back for more, Back for more.. [Verse 8 - Mack Maine
feelin nice Say feel da rush, feel da rush I'm lovin' you with me We feeling good like we trippin off dat ecstasy Say feel da rush, feel da rush, for
back And the weather outside is hot than a m*** But we cold chillin? in the Brick City So kick back, light some b*** Put your hands on a big fat greasy a
, I gets more chips than ahoy I got toys that deploy, I just aim and destroy I keeps it gully in a bonafide skully I ain't never had a hit but still
the sky Sing a song of six pence, a pocket full a rye Who the fuck wanna die for their culture Stalk the dead body like a vulture Tical get, blacker than
me The population holla certainly, I burn a nigga Like a third degree, see me shine so bright Nigga I'm my light, runnin' rulin' with rigor and vigor Nobody bigger than
school ground plan Not a five dollar bill But five double zero on the real, feel I'm on the level, stair mellow No criticism from the fellows, hello Being keyed during a