i broke the code when i put my ballot in your slot your vote (da D.O.E.)??? tell you mo' like a remote control remote control (oh no no) here we go go go
(chorus) she got a caramel round round brown, make me go crazy when she come around baby yous my butta cup ohh i got a sweet tooth, baby yous my butta
, all she wrote Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote It's stupid how I go in knowin' everybody knowin' that I'm Sewing up the game, destroying life, they hate me for
for when I make them private escapes So when it?s time to get that money nigga I?m never late I?m still the prince of the O-town Make them hoes go down
down Them things come and they go it's bout the rhymein Now I'm seeing it clearer The season is nearer And still I must change I'm like a broken bill Conservative for
Out of all the things you've ever done This time I can't go back When a heart gets broke this many times It's easy to lose track Takin' all this pain
Nuts they go, macadamian they go so ballistic, whoa We can make them look like Bozos He's wondering if he should spit this slow Fuck no! Go for broke
nigga really chase? Where do you go after the applause After all the Soul Train and Grammy awards, after the tours After asking these whores what they after me for
things in life that you can stop and there's certain things in life that can't be stopped Let's go.. "And now.. for your.. Bad Bad Boys.. Starting at
s the crook from the Brook' (c'mon) Matty broke the neck of your coke connect (say what?) No respect squeeze off 'til all y'all diminish (uh huh) Shootouts for
gonna leave you broke So, the only thing left now is God for these cats And BIG you know you too hard for these cats I'ma win 'cause I'm too smart for
to beat it Fuck that, get your own nigga, don't ask me for shit That's what I did, now they all askin' for hits Nigga, it's on for the simple fact I
one that always get stuck for bling bling I represent eight blocks and Sing-Sing Almost caught a buck fifty for fucking with Latch in Killer Queens Moves for
[Chorus] Go hard or go home [x16] [Verse 1] As I get comfy on the track Rather f-k wit raw wouldn't comfy wit the crack Yea, never clumsy wit the pack
[Chorus] Go hard or go home [x16] [Verse 1] As I get comfy on the track Rather fuck wit raw wouldn't comfy wit the crack Yea, never clumsy wit the pack
, let's go Our history, black history, no president ever did shit for me Had to hit the streets, had to flip some keys, so a nigga won't go broke Then
drown you broke ma heart fully, rippin' tore it apart. you lie you hide you talk to walk. (talkin' to me now) Now that I'm on my feet I'm really broken
Trust me, trust me, I think I got heartbreak down I like to wake and go to bed around whenever I like to maybe come and go when I choose But now I'm waiting for