deprived. Wake up. Put on her make up. Six minutes. I'm leaving without you. Wake up. Put on her make up. Six minutes. I'm leaving without you. Wake up. Put on her make up
off Copper thought that he had me caught Little Layzie blew his head off (AAwwwwwww) Get him up, and get up, The bullets they start to get lit up, Number
And I ain't never been intiminated Believe me, and I don't wanna fuckin breath easy I wanna make it hard for these niggaz So when they can't stand me I'ma make
give-up people. They're just like they used to be, patch o' ground people. Hey, hey. Out on the railroad track, they're cleanin' ol' number nine. They
make it to the gate, Before employees manned the fleet. The trucks full of products for the modern home, Set to roll out into the street, Of downtown people, Tryin' to make
a nigga like me right? Like I'm a f... I'm a gun, shit It's like I'm a motherfuckin gun I can't believe this shit.... Word up.. (word up..) I seen some
and heal the people Any rebuttal to what I utter get box-cuttered Count how many bad honeys I slut, it's a high number Name a nigga under the same sky
extort shit 'cuz class i forefit graduated on another level selling birds busting birds fuck with the herbs never we fuck up the herbs make 'em pay like you stick 'em up
make it rain dear Money out the ass Yeah money out the rear. Weezy at the plate I could bunt it out of here Safe as a mother fucker Ain't no safety button
get 2gether doin' it on the one We could have big fun Get freaky, let the head bob {x2} I could make U feel much better, give up the number hon We
up (woo) Instead of taking her to shop's Take her scandalous ass to +The Doc+, make her get a check up Not for nothing, you should just stand down Cuz
as king I must order and constantly arouse, if you swear to catch up and throw up and up up, a king full of virgin kiss me and spin it, excuse to willow
pot And heal the people Any rebuttal To what I utter Get box-cuttered Count how many bad honeys I slutted It's a high number Name a nigga under The same
lead off Copper thought that he had me caught Little Layzie blew his head off get him up, and get up The bullets they start to get lit up Number one
bricks, ashy elbow kid I fuck chicks off Elmo Flicks My tape is off safety, tongue the gun Mouth to barrel, I spit, it numbs the front So what cha, what
you been keepin it tight So I really wanna know what it feel like inside I'ma make your day I'ma make you say, make you say I'ma make you say, make
that bomb shit that'll numb your tongue Fucking it up in my dum-da-da-dumbs Not a dump-da-da-dumb off that wet one Chucking up the finger but thumb