them people who don't speak no english We ain't scared of the roll, we just get it and go You see them Tennessee tags nigga you already know I don't
t cha know we love ya? Sweet lady Dear mama, place no one above ya, sweet lady You are appreciated, don't cha know we love ya? Now ain't nobody tell
know me, baby Where? Talk up I can't barely hear you You know me from when we were, you know, intimate Ooh, we fucked? Ohh baby, did we ever? Ohh, tell
the pain I see, make it stop, make it leave Georgia Boys, Real McCoy, Miracle with Pastor Troy Ain't no Tonka toy, nuclear, we'll destroy Ain't no stopping
:Where? Talk up I can't barely hear you. G:You know me from when we were, you know, intimate. 2:Oh, we fucked? G:Oh baby, did we ever. 2:Oh, tell me about
The Going Gets Rough I Ain't Scared Of Your Brother I Ain't Scared Of No Sheets I Ain't Scare Of Nobody Girl When The Goin' Gets Mean (L. T. B. Rap
And two stash boxes, for the funds and guns I don't own an UZI, but my 9 weights a ton Kid, we be the mos' deffest, no squad can catch us We takin'
two stash boxes, for the funds and guns I don't own an UZI, but my 9 weights a ton Kid, we be the mos' deffest, no squad can catch us We takin the, drastic
AND THE NEEDLE DIDN'T LEAVE A SCAR DON'T USE ME, DON'T BLEED ME YOU SEE ME ON MY KNEES DON'T USE ME, DON'T BLEED ME YOU KNOW JUST WHAT I NEED AND THE
walk out in the dark Ain't it funny how things like this don't ever seem to work Out for me, well, too scared you see If you work out for me, well, too scared
We can make the shadows turn to light Boy, when it feels like this When it feels like this It's some kind of perfect bliss We don't need to hurt We don't
The Going Gets Rough I Ain't Scared Of Your Brother I Ain't Scared Of No Sheets I Ain't Scare Of Nobody Girl When The Goin' Gets Mean [L. T. B. Rap
young Outlawz representin' ain't huggin' a slump hold my gun tight aim it at my enemy nigga say goodbye to your kin, you ain't feelin' me nigga its gone
company management, the dummy who signed you To pick up the slack but the hype ain't sellin many records and tapes cause your rap ain't tellin any metaphor
hock venom Adrenaline shots of penicillin could not Get the illin' to stop, amoxacillin's just not real enough [Verse: 50 Cent] Now don't think I won't
Cut off lights, we masked riders The hood trash got us in a position we can't shake With boys we can't break, and due to that you ain't safe, bitch [
in the four walls of our childrens will be quiet Most of us ain't even democratic or Republic Can, and by coincidence we love the elected until the detected