fucked up cards but don't complain; just play the hand that you was dealt You play 'em right you prevail - you play 'em wrong then you fail It ain't hard
job on me But I'm proud to be that nigga in the ghetto that just can't stay out Ain't nowhere to run ain't nowhere to hide And it ain't no way out [
!) My Mo Thugs (Ohhhhh!) was always around And if there comes a time to pick or choose (pick or choose) My Mo Thugs won't never lose (Don't ya know
s all about his Mo Thug music Put my name in your mouth and a nigga gon' do you Who the fuck them niggas tryin to play? Lay don't stop until you meet
as well as my own. It shouldn't matter, the message is intended to be universal." "I see what you mean." "Can you make that sound stop please?" "Yes. And your goal?" "I don't
says the bunny can't rhyme, you're buggin' If Bugs don't make you hop, you're buggin' Take this Space Jam, don't stop, you're buggin' Ehhhh, YOU'LL BE
better? Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight And when you hear somethin, make sure you hear it right Don't make a ass outta yourself by assumin My music
drag in vehicle None ah dem caan stop di youths dem from soaring like eagle Because dem want you fi fight, station youth don't get feeble Nuh badda turn
yute rise never Fall alright! Stop them! stop them! stop them! stop them! Before they reach their guns boom! Stop them! stop them! stop them! stop them
I seem to be heavy I don't mean to be heavy Maybe 'Lo you should lighten up I really would if I could But I really don't think that anybody shell out
listen to some love music Love love music Love love love music(love music love music) Love love music Love love love love music(love music love music
m a show you how to do this son Don't front cause the V so fine And when I'm in the strip club they don't pay Mr. Cheeks no mind Had 'em gun blind Cameras
it You li-li-like treat your mystic Just ride it don't fight it Hi-hi-hi-hi-hit down to the music Don't stop it get rock it It's bombin' like the bullet
me My Love (x3) When you starts I'm right These champion lovers Don't wanna stop Champion lovers Are making you stop Champion lovers Are remembering
best brown baggies and their platform soles They don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band It ain't what they call rock and roll And the Sultans played