Last day of the rest of my life I wish I would have known 'cause I'd have kissed my Momma goodbye I didn't tell her that I loved her or how much I cared
(silkk) For real, I know we from different sides and all And I ain't even gon lie, I'm a thug But I got a guestion for you Could you see yourself fallin
like you You advanced, took a couple chances and shit, chances with bricks Couple chances now you sittin' in mansions and shit You done gambled with this thug and won You know what I
you And the face I saw looked back The way I wanted to But I just can't hold my tears away The way you do Elise believe I never wanted this I thought
want I'll tell you what I want, what I really, really want So tell me what you want, what you really, really want I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I
and I'll roll it up For me though Were gonna sell and cut tonight Uhhh huhhh I'm gonna yell and fuck tonight Uhhh huhhh I'm gonna press my luck tonight
, I wanna get in Can I get down so I can win I like the way you work it No diggity, I got to bag it up I like the way you work it No diggity, I got to
the heaven Baby, you're a perfect ten, I wanna get in Can I get down, so I can win 1-I like the way you work it No diggity, I try to bag it up,
you got and I want it I'ma take it Nigga made it and I told ya we'd make it Kept it real and it'd neva be fake shit Half baked and gone off this indoe
If you got and I want it I'ma take it Nigga made it and I told ya we'd make it Kept it real and it'd neva be fake shit Half baked and gone off this indoe
know I really can't get out the game/ I got my problems, but I chose this life, I gotta be a thug and maintain (I Maintain) -Chorus-Bizzy & Wish-
time, or you betta drop a dime, or get fucked up, and yo' people won't find it all funny, well then if you cut and you act, then you dead wrong. Get ahead
'all thought that you could fuck with the Cleveland thugstas, #1 fillin' his gun, and I wish you would, bitch, pop, pop and pump and have to show you
steady dyin' over dumb shit, fast money for your soul, now your done with. You hear the gun click. (gunshot). Blood stains on the walls and carpet, pain and
' who the fuck I am And you ain't knowin' how I got here See we don't speak and we don't do nothin' It's on you if you slang things Get your money, homie
I'm a mother fuckin' goon So whatever chick I fuck with She got to be a goonette I'm her goon, yeah And she's my goonette I'm her goon, yeah And she
give a champ a chance you gotta mean lil stance, Sweat driven eye coz you move so fast, you doin da damn thing girl you got sas, I got cash to buy you