a name sewn on to a la shirt With a loop, collar flat, two on two Lots of pink, baby blue And a name sewn on to a la shirt With a loop, collar flat,
Anybody What You Bank Hoe? Big B's On The Wheels Spread Love The Brooklyn Way "B" How's It Feeeel? Im On My Robin Thicke Shit If Shit Eva Gets Thicke
for, cry for, lie for take a knife in the eye for Nigga, im a suvivour in the BX, rep my Lenox to 241st and Whiteplains smack you like a Parker brother
where you park your whip cause they will leave it sittin' on bricks awfully quick "Yeah this is for everbody in Miami" "Put them 305's up" "It's about
throw down your guns you see it doesn't matter where you come from you could be from park ave or from a park bench you could be a politican or a bitchy
It Together And See What's Happening "Get It Together" Wait A Minute, Just Wait A minute Wait A Minute, Just Wait A Minute "Get It Together" What Wait A Minute, What Wait A Minute Wait A
and what a swinger Ensemble: Go dig it cop that view it's bound to thrill you (Come on, come on, go) Go dig it cop that view it's bound to thrill
a sac Now crews down for it, your gas pedal floor it with ammo and artillery and stash spots to keep and store it I used the banner of a slant with a
it When y'all want heat, we provide it, ride it 'Til the wheels fall of, shaking 'em all off Six figure niggas with it, over did it, spit it In ways
it going on, with ease you really worked it Let's review the scene just to see if it was worth it: Okay, last fall's when you started it all October
Chillin with the snakes is a sin But through it all, I kept it real within [killah priest] From the giggles of a murderer, or the hugs of a burglar So
had a sac Now crews down for it, your gas pedal floor it With ammo and artillery and stash spots to keep and store it I used the banner of a slant with
in a mental death Meaning living in a mental grave You need somebody to dig that grave up and bring them back to life There's no chance for a physical
New York City, welcome to New York City Y'all fuckin' with BK's banger an' Harlem's own gangster Now that's danger, there's nothin' left to say but Welcome
the grace to carry on It's a damn shame Chorus Let it go Let it go I know it's hard But you should let it go Life goes on and you should know If you
'em got a pair of pre school college scissors in her purse Ready to take off on a nig', take a nig', beatch Stab a bitch, shoot a nigga for her nig'
