a drank and a song and I'll be stress free kickin' it all night long It ain't nothin' like hip-hop music careful how you use it And please don't abuse
the real I'm walkin in my sins in this precious metal and steel [Chorus 2X: Bizzy Bone] Now do you want me? Don't be fake And don't have the nerve to
. And I'll be stress free kickin' it all night long. (Verse 2:Krayzie) It ain't nothing like hip hop music. Careful how you use and please don't
Yooooo I said yooooo For all them industry haters that said we couldn't do it This for my country thug street yeagas You know we gon' Smoke good, drink
really off the chain Wrote a rhyme baby we can sure grind East and West coast and the dirty Southside They shouldn't of said ran they mouth say he can't
And shorty that I just met, name was Candy Said she like this true candy to bring it up I said that's cool with me as a ass to touch She said, "Rule
I gotta "day and night" like Kid Cudi Especially wanna love me She wanna thug me I can take your girl away from you Boi trust me But I ain't even trippin I said I ain't
Yo, once the Mo start drippin' hoes start trippin' Tell 'em my name Boo you know we all hittin' But look mami I got 3 drinks in me stuck And I ain't tryna
hands Hey yo, is this a party tonight? We gotta get my peoplz in the club tonight Ain't no shh going down just love tonight To all my ladies and thugs
Ain't no pleasure in killin Ain't no pleasure either in going without feedin for weeks Have you ever had that feeling? No guarantees, lord please, can't
comin' home with me I bring the pain like a slice to your vein, fuck your fame Platinum and gold plate don't hold no weight I be that prophetic soul drainer, ain't
's over wit Bone better leave it alone Mo Thug I'm cracking' fuckin' domes Still in the hood where the thugs play Fuckin' wit nothin' but thugs man Ain't
!) Don't, don't, don't...you ain't gettin' no ride, fuck you, you ain't got no gas money (Stay up off it!) Naw, hoe don't even fuckin' worry about my
t even touch my weed, dog I will bust that lip..(Stay up off it!) Don't, don't, don't...you ain't gettin' no ride, fuck you, you ain't got no gas money
her But everything she said went in one ear and out the other Word to mother, look at it from a thug point of view When the kids need clothes, what a thug
hit me in the cell, said to meet him in the a.t.l. At 12 up in the gentelman's club Where you ain't fuckin nothin less you givin up dubs Feelin the love
stack bodies wit the black shotty Bitch-ass niggaz who act snotty Get it These niggaz is for real These niggaz ain't playin This ain't no fuckin