(feat. Buckshot) [Intro:] Wooo! Let's go Ha, ha, hoe [B-Real:] It's so close, I can feel it in my hands Everything I ever wanted and then some, about
Im right here beggin u please don't go. [Chorus] [Verse 2:] [Tyrese:] Tank let me talk to him, G u knowin wat u doin here is foul, (What u mean) U
' mixed-up universe of ours, There's still a little place Called Albuquerque! Albuquerque! Albuquerque! (Albuquerque!) Albuquerque! (Albuquerque!) Albuquerque! (Albuquerque!) Albuquerque! (Albuquerque!) I said A! (A!) L! (L!) B! (B!) U! (U
do daily 'Cause Layzie gotta make a livin' And I don't give a damn I take your life for what you got If you got what I want, then you gonna straight-
damned to hell, if I don't abide And that's why I yell, B E N Z we ride Straight to the corner, down to the side In the B E N Z we Roll around the corner
get neck to d-ck cuz she just want connections with a n-gga thats connected b-tch, Im who they want be, want see, want see used to tell me everything I want
come across to be real, With super shit like Fall Guy And lines to make them all die, Infrared beams, mind full of schemes, '95 until keep it real get
man in the mirror it don't get no clearer Short Dawg, the E Double and Breed we roll thick Like girls in C.A.U. with the good power-U Oww, money is the
Act Like A Boy, But I Hav The Mind Of A Man, Straight, See Shit Can Give U A False High, Wen U Think U Speakin To Me U Mite Be Screamin In My Eye...
aint got no direction Shit, these lil kids is on everything Syrup. Painkillers. Cigarette. Weed. Hennessy. Vodka. hahaha ha I'm on everything (x5)
Bob Digi, U-G-O-D, Raekwon The Chef, the Inspektah Deck M-E-T-H-O-D the B-O-B-B (The Man) Straight up, Masta Killa, the GZA The Genius, it's the Ol'
[Intro: (RZA)] Bob Digi, U G.O.D, Raekwon the Chef, the Inspektah Deck M.E.T.H.O.D. (Man), the B.O.B.B., straight up, Masta Killa, the Gza, the Genius
see Black juice in the Yukon driver's seat (What, what) (We keeps it real wit' niggas who keep it real wit' us) I keep it real wit a nigga keep it real
take off yo god damn belt put it around yo ankles imma tie up yo wrists myself i just wanted to drink and show u what the dong'll do (spit)b**ch(slap
like you, no way I don't want you to take me there, take me there, Take me there, take me there, take me there, take me there. Yeah, fly with me 'cause everything
know they got it goin' on But nothing's ever a comparison to you Now can't you see That you're the only one I really want And everything I need Is everything
