all on you, no matter what you going through, Just know that you still around, yeah heaven making sure that you still around Talking about you, no matter what you
J. E.F.F I'm raw dawg, ya'll safe sex You dicks beling in latex... not tape decks You can't see me Neither can the flunkies under you My shit bananas,
get high whodi If you do then you know you my whodi I'm tell you like this... We got it goin real on all night long Full of Patrone in my Sean John shit
point of havin this opportunity, for you and me to pass it on Two years ago, I thought it'd be my last song Me, Squeaky, Flex and J, on Saratoga Street
buddy you ain't fresh azimiz [J-KWON] Ye ain?t big (big) whipping Ye ain?t steady ti tippin No girl getting homie You ain?t fresh azimiz You think you
Chorus] Yeah, you know what I'm sayin I'm speakin for all the young ones my age Ya namean Bein told you can't do this You can't get in here And you
that No it ain't no seeds in my sack You ain't never gottta ask dawg What he smokin' on? Shit kush till my mind gone What you think I'm on Eyes low,
that No it ain't no seeds in my sack You ain't never gottta ask dawg What he smokin' on? Shit kush till my mind gone What you think I'm on Eyes low, I
and blow our label down But our building's made out of bricks So you ain't taking out shit I dawg you just did a song with Bobby Brown So now you try
tell them, "Please be patient" You getting what you give... Yeah, you got what you wanted None of ya'll are fam, I ain't keeping a promise What do you
that's what happens when you be fuckin around in the graveyard, dawg Come to the graveyard now you see what's goin on You scarder then a motherfucker
I could never love you You sound like a richie-bitch, yo, FUCK YOU!!! But if I did, I'd probably show you that I care By taking all these other motherfuckers
come take a spin on a carnie ride "Fuck em all, fuck em all Clown dawg, freak dawg Joker dawg, Milenko dawg" Fidgets of joker's cards blasting in your
each other Watering they grass, digging in they ass Trying to make sure they didn't lose any cash Working hard, all your life, and now you're finally rich But look at you, you
to be slick but you ain't slinky You're brinky, you're dinky, you suck my twinkie I don't give a fuck if you call me a clown Break it on down, it's murder
got style" yea "You should do...exactly what he tells you" Even stab myslef? "yea, hells yea" Fuck man are you sure Doc? "Sincerely Now on your way out
