The Money Double, Tripple Let's Move Some Furniture N Cause A Little Trouble, Ohh U Know U Doin Ya Thing, (Your Thing), Look At Your Body It Bangs, (It
tourists and non-affiliates These days, gun play is official with green lights on every block Know the sign tells you too it's not best to stop On every corner
coming* Aw, shit here it comes creeping through the cracks The nooks the crannys it hit me smack! It's filling up my head - I gotta get it out I got
I put it on tape, you gon' buy it, I put it in a bag you gon' try it, y'all niggaz can't deny it Lot of cats still tryin to study my last bounce Tell
Stand back children, it's the 309 It's the 309, it's the 309 Put me in my box on the 309 A chicken in the pot and turkey in the corn Ain't felt this
for your children, huh! You got to pray for that man in front of the liquor store, huh! You got to pray for that man on the corner! He know he doin
By Yourself You Could Do It ,Do It Till Your Of Breathe Yeeah She Got A Arch In Her Back, Yeeah She Know How To Throw It Back Yeeah I Think I Like It
Songz) Hey, hey [Chorus: Trey Songz] Now when my mama done seen me cry (me cry) It's my liiiiife I'll be thuggin 'til the day I die (I die) It's my
cry I feel a dark cloud coming over me Over me It feels like It feels like I'm knockin on the heaven's door So sing along street children We're knock
it all, my love never expired Down to do it all, I did it, no matter what you desired All I required, was that you keep it real with me And any man that
: [First Verse:] Many muthafuckas didn't make it, Other niggas locced up cuz they couldn't take it, The ghetto got it's claws in my back tryin' to keep
bone Fill it up with silicone Everybody must get cloned Doin' time in Babyion Little Boy Blue come blow your horn The crows are in the corn The morning
never meet I heard it if you said it You wrote it on online then I read it, now I match it nigga bet it Cause I remember clearly Once "Pump It Up" stop
to a symphony with mad instruments trapped inside of me I bang the drum and blow the horn Rappers they follow, like little +Children of the Corn+ Vegetables
beat Do it for the Deaf and the blind And those who don't eat meat Do it for all the Children of the corn And the unborn Do it for the speedy trials And