hefty pair! [CHORUS] Then I planned that my good friend would understand She doesn't need to know That someone's down low What was I supposed to do Sitting in my
Money make the world go round that's what they say Conversation rules the nation in every way My mind thinking shit and I say it before I know I'm at the condo busting
, five, four) You do anything you like, my friend (Three, two, one, one, one, one) But please man, don't call the police, man Why can we just be friends
neighborhood Street of my styles, no smiles, trying to gun down the golden child Still on trial for my old endeavors Cold weather got catched trying to buck wholes in my
my muthafuckin' will, gee So when I'm gone, it's on Caps goin' off on the streets like popcorn Talkin' bout Simon till the early morn' Word is bond, but now I just cool Bumpin' my Gang Starr tape, by my
my niggas that have died out here In this bullshit that we call the streets You know? What can I say? Hip Hops been good to a nigga I got my niggas
girl licking my butt Rubbing my gut playing with my nuts. Love your shape Wanna squeeze and hold you but bitch I told you Chorus x 2 Once I bust a
.A. Didn't have no friends to trust Got busted to a school Blacks and whites, I guess the shit was cool But in high school I changed Didn't wanna bust
all time Busta Bust for short, for some better know me Bust' Rhymes (What's good?) Maintainin (same here, just smashin) (How the fam?) They all good my
mean shit is peaceful I mean this real romantic you know I'm not into that shit? right? {outro spit} some of my friends are terrorists some of my friends
a lollipop once you taste my honeybun It's our lil' secret, just like my underwear You know pain is pleasure, can you make me shed a tear? Smack my ass, grab my
man im to much for these n-ggas, and three much for these hoes the World is in my hands, and i keep my hands closed i love my baby mommas, they get my
My only addiction has to do with a flour tortilla I need a quesadilla I love to stuff my face with tacos al carbAn With my friends, or when I'm all
in the sky And the bullets are flyin', the body count's risin' And everyone's dyin' to know, oh Santa, why? My my my my my my You used to be such
? And nigga show that we had nothin' but heart (Bone Thugs) And who be the nigga that come to my side when it's about murder? My niggas, my niggas will
