It's these gold girll and these platinum-mouth boys These big time Hot Boy$, these 3-6 boys, wit the self made millionaire Cash Money boys [Turk] You
macs With red dots on 'em Will leave you flat Yo' moms with the black on her On the front level 6 ft. is where you be there goes the men with the shovels
don't give a mother fuck (repeat) Turk: Part 2 And you know, what we bout, them hustles Still niggas, kill niggas, work for the men with shovels Still
the lights go out, it's gonna belong to the poor [Stephen Marley] Dem crazy, dem crazy Just those crazy boys, right and tough [Chorus 2X:] Everything
petrified When I grab the mic I won't let go, I'd Rather go live forever and ever and ever Let it go? Never Assume a lot of boys are doomed Without being
and strong Heavy points of view Of values and clear truth The water bearer glides Through life with no lies Hates rejection Men a picky selection Hey
him a spot to rest at i found out bout they spot had to go and X that, my eye'z redder than cyclops call me the X-Men. i thank god just for every blessin
see don't you ever go 'round and scream it seperates the boys from men cought your closest on your seat and that's my dearest fairest friend [Chorus x2
of vows (W) Well wishin' and wonderin' will we waste these wanted weapons (X) Xeroxing x-rated, x-con type x-men (Y) Yearing and yelling at you yes-men
not all men X2 I'm just one man I'm not that man! Here's one subject that everyone enjoys: I heard the boys talk the talk to the boys I heard
an oath in the afterlife, that's only right living like a rock star is the only life and we are, 6 grown men, who are old friends my nigga Bugz, DeShaun
flow too angry for some Introduce myself I waving a gun Cocked the banger, filled the barrell, pop minus one Pop again, lay his men flee now it's down
Written by Ron Angel CHORUS: And its go boys go They'll time your every breath And every day in this place your two days near to death But you go... Well
all the ladies, clap your hands And let's call this one the ladies jam This is the ladies jam Yo the ladies jam Yo fellas, this is the ladies jam [verse 2
reacts; must retrieve those pallets; we must all act. I'll go, I'll go, I'll go, I'll go too. Three fine young boys, almost men; and one brave young
the water was risin' our men sinkin' down Man, the water was risin' at places all around, boy, they's all around It was fifty men and children come
baggie- they sagged and dragged on the floor But I was never that boy to show the back of his draws But I did hang, kicked slang, me and my boys did
shoots Indeed and they relax in conforts They need to form and parse words, to lose any casual sense Of well being, yo lay back, grows ya depths [Verse 2