Don't, don't turn away What can I say So you won't No don't, don't let me go Don't let me go Don't let me go
Chorus Dont, dont let me go Dont make me hold on when you're not Dont, dont turn away What can I say so you wont No dont, dont let me go... I can see
gutsy And I don't trust nobody, so don't nobody trust me And that's how I'ma go about it 'til somebody bust me I play for keeps like the OG's raised me
2Pac] The cops can't stand me, but they can't touch me Call me a dope man, cause I rock dope beats Jacked by the police, didn't have my ID I said, "Excuse
real G's Quick to snatch your ugly ass, off the streets So fuck peace I'll let them niggas know It's on for Life Don't let the west side Ride the night
we... I'll let them suckers know it's on for life Don't let the westside ride tonight (hahaha) Bad Boy murdered on Wax and killed Mess with me and get
so PSYCHOTIC I don't need you to shoot for me, nigga I GOT IT! When you see me in the hood - muhfucker don't talk to me! 'Less you wan' talk about usin
let you know that it's a cuttin up, an if you don't hundred guys, hundred girls gonna make you wish you hadn't stuttered. [Verse 3: Mystikal] Slow
Rosemary's baby There's no more evil like me Cause when niggas think of death the motherfuckas picture me [Chorus] Murda, murda, murda, murda [Layzie] Let me
the friends at? [Laughs] Nigga Bone Thugs Harmony [Chorus: Bizzy, Krayzie] Money ain't a thang, I'ma get me some My nigga I'ma get me some Say my nigga
t Bone! [Chorus: Krayzie Bone] I hope you realize that you ain't Bone You ain't Bone Why don't you realize that you ain't Bone? Nigga, you ain't Bone
the credit I bet it didn't even occur that we would eventually meet with ya, kid Don't crash, collide, lock up with the enemy And I don't wanna say a
they don't know me they can't know me, Thought you had a homie, but ya fuckin' with the muthafuckin' Bone see, Nigga gotta get me mine on the nine-nine
Y'all don't want no parts of Keith Murray I'm nicety and sheisty, I get that ass iced deliciously Niggaz ain't shit to me (word up) You stupid niggaz
is serious man!!!!!!!! (Get low Missy!) I'm jinglin baby, go 'head mami, don't I look charmin put your lips up on me {Woo!!!} Kiss it touch it, good,
THE RING FINGER YOU KNOW I HAD TO KEEP BROOKLYN ON THE TRIGGER FINGER (Get low Pap!) Five boroughs of death, you don't understand I got New York City
back bigger problems than that Bin Laden on my ass he probly gone send a task I ain't gone even ask they ain't gone let me pack they ain't gone gimme
