tell them broads they gotta cut out (Hey man, they say they ain't goin nowhere till they hear you guys rap) Aight man, but we get done they gots to go
hold up for these other niggas roll up and try and get ya the ones that say they riders but never do ride with ya I'm tryna vibe with ya so wont you throw
go sleeping with them clowns, they are no relief she spoke her piece I know, capisce so love must be let go, released into the wind, again again and deuces I must throw ya
Put it on the low betta beat them hoes Gotta get them demons off me Creepin' up softly seepin' up through my soul And sleepin' ain't good to go now
project was go see The logic was so deep I come back and do a lotta good I heard ya callina?? so I headed out to Hollywood One way tickets, my n-ggas
, I go on to win it Shit I bet they thought we fell off Bone Thugs-n-Harmony Resurrection Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish We in the Flesh Remember them thuggish ruggish niggas Gotta
bust ya head, yup I?ll do it to the heart, rather leave em? dead, Before my time, but I?m still ahead, Of all ya?ll, all ya?ll, Like a nas?y bitch, give
five once this shit you never fuckin heard Outlaw, outlaw, we rate these breaks That shit we don't got be that shit we gotta take [verse 2 - merciless
up deep [x4] Whoop rico and break his neck. Whoop rico and break his neck. Whoop rico. Whoop rico. Whoop rico and break his neck. [x2] [Boss:] Go step
I'll do it slow Go Fabo go, Fabo go, go Fabull go, Fabo go Lean wit' it, rock wit' it, bear ons Bankhead go Go Fabo go, Fabo go, go Fabo go, Fabo go
. [x4] Boosie y ya thug me boosie y ya thug me boosie y ya thug me like that [x2] Boosie y ya thug me I don't mean to [x2] Boosie y ya thug me boosie
calmer when the ganja's through ya You need ya armour cause them niggas out here tryna shoot ya Kinda crucial, police piranha, gon snatch you out that Honda For stashing that marijuana Yes, ya
they make us start, but they ain't makin' out like ya' boy and his kissy bitch Till they get taken out like ya like ya boy does his prissy bitch my high
-2-3-4. We don did it again. Ya know, these niggas out here out makin love, haha. Check it out. Get off ya nigga, go get ya money. If you stand in line
clicks, squeeze your clip and hit the right one pass dat weed l gotta light one all all them hoes l gotta like one them niggas l gotta fight one a tight
have no feelings shit is deep, do they dance with the devil when they sleep i wake up gripping the air, wishing the hit shit that they kick in ya
slangin' You got to have papers in this world You might get your first snatch, before your eyes swirl Ya doin' ya job, every day And then you work so hard til ya
