't wanna think 'bout How he won't be around forever Oh, I can't imagine who I'm gonna lean on When he's gone, when he's gone
can twist All we need's some chronic and a motherfuckin' fifth Is you wit me Llocc? What's mine is yours and what's yours is mines When I'm in Houston
here, now where's the fucking dope at Now it's the time for the testing out the dope To see if it's flour, sheep rock or some powder soap He went to
with mine That's how we killin' two birds at the same time Send my enemy's ear, I'll send your enemy's finger With a pinkie ring, that's just a present
to win it Making my paper independent, got seven years in it Dope House platinum eyes, nigga that's when we finish Man it's a dirty game but yet I shine
'm on a mission, I'm tryin' to Screw up the world Lil' Flip gone hold it down, baby, that's my word An' even though you gone, your memory lives on an
valley We be hustlin on blocks moving in and out the alley We call it medicine thats what u need when you get sick Sometimes it's hard rock sometimes it's
some rights It seems that it's so plain to see Reno my husband, oh, he loves the wild ones Much more than he'll ever love me He's riding somewhere out
cryin' singing (AWW MY LITTLE GIRL) Fourteen still hustling nesha got pregnant Phillip found out that's when relationship ended Ain't it sad cause the dude knew that he
hits, and that's it Maybe niggas thought my knees gonna buckle Newport in my mouth with two G's on the buckle Got more now than them few G's when I hustle
and put it down when your ain't around He ain't gotta he ain't gotta he ain't gotta know about me Nah we ain't the same, I ain't saying he a lame He
little angelyne Little angelyne, little angelyne As the sun goes down and the moonlight shines Back of a greyhound bus sit two lovers entwined Just big bill and little angelyne Little
of September He arrived with the West Texas wind In flight from the lies and the life he had lived He'd return but he did not know when Red-winged Blackbird
tinted windows on the black Humma Trucka And after it rain he might be dead like Jesse James Trained for pain even when I lose everything I gain It's simple mathematics when
When the hot September sun down in Texas I sucked the streams bone dry and turned to roads to dust In the sleepy little towns down in Texas The shades
homies we can twist All we need's some chronic and a motherfuckin fifth Is you wit me locc? What's mine is yours and what's yours is mines When I'm in
Not rock back Billy Come on rock back Billy When you see him on the street Well, he's no spring chicken But ask him how he makes ends meet He'll tell
shared was true Far away the fiddler?s bowing, the grass forever blue It was in the dead of winter when her man first caught the chill And he said he
