treat it like home It's the reason *****z saying my name like Mike Jones And I'm far from Houston but you can chop it and screw it Do whatever to it, but it
it like home It's the reason niggaz saying my name like Mike Jones And I'm far from Houston but you can chop it and screw it Do whatever to it, but it
Leave them with poker faces, red rag, pull it down so they know it's Jayceon, riding down Wilshire, 07 Charger, K&M Filter, high speed burning it up for
project hallway Discussin' strategies in the court case I rock the North face cold like winter I'm from Brooklyn like the D-Cep and low life niggaz word Fuck the talking, it
take you out To a restaurant, upper echelon I'ma get you a Jag, whatever else you want Just tell me what kind of S-type, Donda West like? Tell me the perfect color so I make it
whatever you've got handy And on a cold gray day, a cold gray man will do I'm an autumn girl, flying over London With the trees on fire it looks like
for a lick to hit 'cause it dont look like we leavin these bricks to quit On them hot summer nights we be servin them whites On them cold winter days
travel the sub-zero tundra, I'll brave glaciers and frozen lakes, And that's just the tip of the iceberg, I'll do whatever it takes, To change Farewell
When You Gone Drop Right Now Boosie Is You Gone Flop Nigga Uh Uh Boosie Where You Been Nigga I Been On The Block In The Studio Or Sellin Blocks Whatever It Takes
bring it to you You can hit it in the morning, let me sing it to you [Chorus:] You can I hit it in the morning You can I hit it in the morning You can
blind eye Whatever makes it easier Tearing me up Cold hearted you cant see Exactly what you've just done to me You can say whatever you want I'll tune you out take
? Take up your eyes and see. Take up your ears and hear. Take up your mind and think. Take up your life and act. * It is up to us all as responsible
case I rock the Northface cold like winter I'm from Brooklyn like the D-Cep and low life niggaz word Fuck the talking it's a New York thing We aboard
on his neck My niece got raped pregnant, wont tell she scared Master done it, but she blamin it on drop dead Fred But one day, things gon' change for better Lord knows it
I think it's 'bout time little Layzie let 'em know now. Take it to the streets and let the pump, pump go "Pow! " Take my style, let me show you how I
They call me P.O.S., bold from the go to the goal To them ice cold bones, freezing in that Minnesota snow Heating up the winter with the flow They make it
