a little girl, When we make love together. Hey, hey, hey! [Hey Jude/The Beatles] Jude, don't make it bad, Take a sad song and make it better. Remember to let
war vet rookie You can't even sit next to me Now bring money or death to me, or don't step to me Nah don't step nigga, march with me To the steps of
don't stop playin from niggas, and bitches, yes sir I got game. God cursed me with diabetes I feel like I'm insane, you ain't from the hood & you don't
one - we lied We number one two three four AND five Gilla House - check, Uptown - check Purple haze - check, cash yo - check "They don't give a fuck about
the left, big swang to the right My plates scrapin' and I'm slidin' the pipe, it's super tight So don't try to knock us, baby, don't try to hate That'
make it drop Tuck and twist if you don't like it you can fuck Cris I'm rubbin' clicks so stay in catch don't try to duck and miss Do your stretches don
(fuckers know) That you don't wanna go toe to toe (toe to toe) Line for line (line for line) Blow for blow Sound for sound Rhyme for rhyme Don't
are like dat Curby And don't disturb me when I'm floatin' foreign land You no fo' sho' I keep that pipe in my weed hand My weed hand is somethin' I don't
mon I'm fanna take ya to the spot where the homies roam We surely don't, take no shit from nobody So don't trip on nobody, get a clip in to body huh This
I'm out here thinkin' maybe What if you flip but it's okay when you're on my tip Take off your shoes, don't spread my business news Reachin' for the
shit ain't no game it's a gang Them niggas that killed they mama for some fame it ain't no thang It ain't no way, I dump and let them niggas live 'cause
ain't no game it's a gang Them niggas that killed they mama for some fame it ain't no thang It ain't no way, I dump and let them niggas live 'cause'
ain't no fuckin way/ My 'causezin gonna lay up in a casket wit no retaliation/ There ain't no fuckin way/ Dat muthafucka died for da Blocc, so let's heat
ave and still datin I'm loyal to my soil, I don't need no ultimatum Stop hatin, I ride with my crimeys in crime I grind with the gritty and grime, let's go
let's go get some Hen main Let's perv, throw up, and drank again Let's get high, loaded, and smoke again Let's perv, throw up, and drank again Let's
him and me What we hit the weed in between the misery We spit for free We had dreams of getting cream But things don't always hold exactly how they
by the ministers, sinister wicked to contemplate Sinners they wanna comply with hate, baby don't even play me I was raised by those Africans, protected by Ethiopians And I read that grease was deep
rhyme to step to You know how it go When it¡A?s real hip-hop Kuala Lumpur don¡A?t stop Long Beach won¡A?t stop on top Keep them blocks