won't be the same We'll get back to her some other day We'll never get back home before the summer Never get, get back home before the leaves start to
And I'm back to doing big things A sucka lookin for me, start in yo bitch'(s) dreams That's why I'm 20 feet tall standing on the big screen Get dough, get
ever show So the ones in the west Will never move east And feel like they could be at home Dem get tricked by the beast But a where dem ago flee when
Dedicated to all my niggas on the East Dedicated to West Coast niggas is beasts ... This from us to you and all of them don't get gas my nigga watch your
with bruised ribs Don't hit me on the sidekick asking what you did Get a gun or ask 50's police to use his Cause Bloods gonna get ya Bloods, Bloods gonna get
my name and I'm beefing with Joe Budden That beef came and went, I got at him over Colors Then caught him at Def Jam and found out, it was nothing Looked back
with bruised ribs Don't hit me on the sidekick asking what you did Get a gun or ask 50's police to use his Cuz Bloods gonna get ya Bloods, Bloods gonna get
: [feat. Mars Of 1500 Or Nothin] [Chorus: Mars] From the east to the west coast You show me love wherever I go One thing I know is I'm getting dough
: (feat. Tha Alkaholiks) I get drunk and I stumble to the phone Conjure up a bitch to bone when I'm alone Fucked up, tore back, I need to take a piss
you gonna get, nigga? (?) I sic the hot girls on you, so struck by (?) Get em up drive by, Watch em gone drive by Yeah paranoid, we drive by till we die
about twenty grand a ki Ah, that's that G shit, no doubt about that Statutory lyrics is how I rape the rap And get your niggas off my back and no, GOD
bitch I'm getting sucked off East, south, midwest, even up north Falling victim to wax, spitting, bring out the white chalk All for the gingerbread, we get it and get
time i forget the past and just learn to love what i have cause i love waking up to your laugh wont you put it in drive? cmon and get me back home
BLAAAM! And then get shit WHAT? Need to get shit BLAAAM! So if you got shit BLAAAM! Or you need shit BLAAAM! Get some shit GO GET YOUR SHIT
illest who rip it ever, flow like a river fuck a girl like a nigga what? [scratches] [Pumpkinhead] I've been through Hell and back, scars swell on my back
is can the Feds get us (uh-huh) I got vendettas in dice games against ass betters (uh-huh) and niggaz who pump wheels and drive Jettas Take that witcha
Man I got two twin cutles's interior gator I call em' Now and Later cz they candy flavored You see I drive one now and drive the other one later Shit
's interior gatored (hmm) I call 'em Now'N'Laters cause they candy flavored You see, I drive one now and drive the other one later Shit it's the new Fresh