you, with all my will So if you want it come and get it It's for real Chorus: If you want it(you want it) You can have it(can have it) Come and get
soul train It's coming round the bend And believe me You know you wouldn't wanna be me Nor would you want the shame or the strain of my name But if
can't mail it out If you can't feel, it's too full, you can't peel it out Showboatin' at the show, but you can't sell it out I'm on the sea shepherd
the way you flex like that for real So don't stop doing what you do when you do it I just wanna be a part of it when you do it I feel like a wolly if
answers in yourself; and always remember: 'You're already living.' Don't let them scare you on your quest for answers and for salvation - for real salvation
it Spit it through the wire so the crowd love it Haters you know who you are you can turn it down fuck it I can shoot a video to it and spend half the
What? This nigga only sixteen And I wanted to be, just like him, middle school fightin Any nigga with a chip on his shoulder, whattup nigga? You want
at yourself then make that change you gotta get it right while you've got the time cuase when you close your heart you can't close your mind! then you
It Up, Clap It Up Clap It Up Now Now Clap It Up, Clap It Up Clap It Up Now Now Clap It Up, Clap It Up Clap It Up Now Now Clap It Up, Clap It Up Clap It
Want It, (Want It) She Drop It Low, Make Me Wanna Throw Some D's On It,(Hey) Whatever It Is You Cant Stop It, Cause She Get Low, When She On That Pole
so know this Cut the bullshit, take it back to the music use it right, don't matter what you do with it I'm here to represent the real I still stayed
go all out, and if you real, you real Feel what I'm talkin' bout, cause this game is ill I live it, forbidden fruit, shoot, 'till they feel it Livin'
get you for yo' grip I know you stressed out and fed up But come out, gun-blazin, and keep yo' head up You can call it what you want to but it ain't gon
it ain't gettin better But you keep, tellin us, that it is while your motherf**kin troops keep killin our kids, dig Don't be surprised if you see us Dumpin
man but damn i'm makin' money observin' you muthafuckers cause some of you bitches funny say you want it but you bullshitin' lickin' them lips you
you know Boy you know You got me really feelin' you I don't know what you doing to me But keep it up, keep it up What you doing to me Boy you know You
Chorus] There's nowhere to run to when death becomes you Some say your soul may burn in the flame.. (whoooooo) So front if you want to, but niggaz who murk you
until the shots go off Well thats what you get for stuntin' on my block show off Uhh you shit out of luck if niggas catch you slippin' Crack money slow so you