on the shelf We're just trying to get it right with all that we've got left We're just trying to get it right with all that we've got left
, it get lonely on top You can hate me or love me, but now the cops the only homies he got When it's beef we eat, we win, but we ain't lonely we pop You
get lonely on top You can hate me or love me, but now the cops the only homies he got When it's beef we eat, we win, but we ain't lonely we pop You sell
left love out Now we live (yes we live) in a two story house Oh what splendor But there's no love about I've got my story And I've got mine, too How
With the thumpire's shout, they all start to clout - there's no guns in this gentleman's boout. Georgie moves in on the outside left with a chain flying
