give you my all.. but it seems like that's not enough Now you can get all of me A lot of things have changed from what I see Is this the way its s'pposed
candles So ban us, bo ban us, banana fanna fo fannas Who come back all bananas, banana clips loaded Managers, bouncers and the club owners, the motherfuckers dont want us To come up bum rush in the club
her Let?s go [Hook] I know there?s got to be a fine honey with her hands up in this club for me I?m about to get her And I know there?s gotta some kind
Get fooled, at the bar smoke somethin It's cool, hit the telly, two hens in the whirlpool Steady sippin on courvoisier Ghetto type at the bar spittin the gossip-eh That's
jack and I will attack It's a fact that I ain't givin' up my stacks like that B.o.B Call me Bobby Ray, but it's not two names Flyin' through the city
Nah Puffy, that's a Benz) Mercedes, c'mere baby, you don't like the way it's hot and hazy, never shady, you must be crazy It's ridiculous, how you put
if they used us 'Cause if they used us And they abused us And they abused us How could you tell us How could you tell us That we were wrong? That we
I solemnly swear, that the truth be told I'm thuggin to the day I die It's Dipset, it's more than just music now It's a way of life, it's more than the
studio sessions wit no question (what's that) It's the likwit crew connection "the world's famous" "but it's a herut-likwit crew connection" (7
'Cause real niggas do real thangs up under stress That's from the C-P-T, young G with heart, too Oh we still party, but now it's part two And I don'
it, them deadly habits I pray for the best outcome son, but my dome's already shattered By the shit that's occurred Drivin home tipsy from the club,
on your instrumental shit too,this what im bout to say [Kanye] niggas old as hell tryna get they rappin on in the club lookin like a fuckin shaparone im in the club
All biters get writer's block When it's rhyme tyme To play this game you gotta be a rap pro It's not dominos or tic tac toe It's the rhyme tyme game,
dollars Not no million, you dick rider! I got two 24,80's dawg They filled up! With shit that'll make you get kill Or even kill us! Then I drop....huh
' Get fooled, at the bar smoke somethin' It's cool, hit the telly, two hens in the whirlpool Steady sippin' on courvoisier Ghetto type at the bar spittin' the gossip-eh That's
another sack put niggas in the room left to the right we reppin zone 3 thats the west side watch us two step throw the head back I'm in the strip club
Not no million, you dick rider! I got two 24,80's dawg They filled up! With shit that'll make you get kill Or even kill us! Then I drop....huh! Then