the games, I'm not for all the playin' The hollow tips rain when I unleash the pain Get the message from the lions or get the message from the nine Paint
woulda been me? All this shit so we could be free, so dig it, y'all. (Cee-lo vocals) I'm thinkin' of Assata, yes. Listen to my Love, Assata, yes. Your
[Verse 1 - Gudda Gudda] They call me Young Gudda, I'm all about the dough still, And anybody in my way, roadkill, Everything my hands touch turn to gold
Would you break me off first, and let my nigga phil hit you Picture my caddy truck, we sexin' in the backseat Or in my room, you bucky naked in my black
) And so on (Well all rite cha) Yo yo Is funk doc up in the house? (Well all rite cha) Yo yo Hot nix up in the house? (Well all rite cha) Bricks to stat
brings havoc with my hectic Bring the Pain lyrics screamin' for the antiseptic Movin' on your left kid, and I'm methted, out my fuckin' dome piece Plus I got no love
Gilla House, D-Block baby (can y'all hear me out there?) Yo, hey yo [Chorus 2X: Sheek and Redman] Get up, stand up - throw your hands up All my thug
So nigga, just love this with no playa hation 'Cause we gets respect all over the nation Still in this to win this, so you can pretend this Beat this like my
Tryin' to reap my harvest I'm starvin' less than a life of ballin' Yet still tryin' to find my callin' And make a change, look into my eyes all you see is pain
can?t ask why Show em all love, the bitches f-cked on the side Tony Montana, tailor made suits in the church Rolls Royce called ?, trunk full of work [Hook] See my
Y Nah Nah Frickin' And this is for my DAD! Uncle B Yeah, I don't mean to bore, you know my name Chill for a second, just hear my pain If you've lost any loved
Nah Frickin' And this is for my DAD!! Uncle B Yeah, i don't mean to bore, you know my name Chill for a second, just hear my pain If you've lost any loved
, nah, frickin' And this is for my dad Uncle B, yeah I don't mean to bore, you know my name? Chill for a second, just hear my pain If you've lost any loved
With my broken heart and my absent God And I have no faith but it is all I want To be loved and believe in my soul In my soul, in my soul, in my soul
Irma Tomas In the middle of it all My house, is a lonely house And it once, was a happy house And the two of us, we were so happy As I recall But now
in your insides, I strike blindside Rip inside, my syllables simmer for every criminal In prison whose an individual lose that struggle My stories burst
Ah man game don't tell me you love her I mean I like the bitch I don't love her Next thing you know you gun be all Boogo upped with her and shit, fuck