up my livin' room, and studio with my money, A G-note is purple, grape juice stains on the front piece of, My lapel, is custom made, You off the rack
s gonna make it right Give me a piece of your heart, not a piece of your mind You're always trying to solve the puzzle And you always wanna fix what's broke, broke You
yet Every now and then When you're feeling lonesome Just sing this melody And remember where you're going When you're down, down, down When you're down, down, down When you
I don't ever wanna feel pain Wanna be ready when you call my name I don't ever wanna feel fear 'Cos every night feels alright, when you're near Battle
you already two months late witcha bill Clown nigga you's a lame Bitch nigga I'm Millz! Young Moula [Gudda Gudda] If you didn't, now you know It's the
me well...it beats watching you My baby saw some happy people yesterday, that I never knew Never too much violence every time we had a war You belong
weekend Takin' it easy, just you and me My baby, my, my baby, my baby will be singin' real Walkin' hand in hand across the beach Can't you see you and
it be my chromed out rims? Break you neck when you see a nigga dip Or could it be the ice you see? But you tell me that you're really feelin' me Could
So you say you a gangsta, right? Are you really a rider, yeah? You don't take shit from no one, no And got your mind on your muthafuckin' dough, let's
time I'll smile as I rescue moments from my memory And somewhere in my mind, in my mind So why, picking up the pieces And I'm trying not to cut my eager
my smile dat's got these on-lookers spectatin' My mouth piece simply certified a total package Open up my mouth and you see mo carrots than a salad My teeth are mind
you more ready and switch bigger Than more berry, I'm a cherry, you a strawberry If you lost that mean, I'm on top of the whip You plottin' to flip,
of my faith Man he went and sang that song Play this shit every morning just to get my little day goin' You just don't know how this had touched my soul
my grind, with my bourgouis mind Flippin' candy toys while my steering wheel shine Matchin' twenty inches, gold pump on my switches Leather all my couches, Tommy Hil on my
so fine The questions storm into my mind I may not like the answer you give back Forever way you like me Or some form of back breaker Cause you're caught
war We at war, we at Gimme my rifle, gimme my rifle Gimme my rifle, gimme my rifle Let's get this motherfucker back crunk This is gonna be me and my
the way you move me And the way you touch me It's the way you love me It's the way you love Every little thing you do Everything that you do You can