One way ticket to love One way ticket to love One way ticket, One way ticket to love (Oh, whoa, oh, oh) Spinning my wheels One way ticket, one way
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and the guns So you might as well keep dancing if you're not gonna run A long long way to find the one We'll keep on dancing till she comes These dreams
beds They said: "Mama, less you wouldn't strike back" mack ten, eleven, twelve, hit us and then puts us to hell They started it, there's no way to mend
2000 all about the money murda 'n mayhem I look at the niggas I went to school wid Shot pool wid was always cool wid Same niggas I just can't fool wid Niggas got guns
since I was seven I've been a troubled-ass nigga Used to sneak my father's guns just to play with that triggas (Don't fuck with my guns, boy) One day
the righteous one Enlighten us the righteous one I am waiting for the righteous one Enlighten us the righteous one Are you waiting for the righteous one
a-lock like reruns St. Louis where we from, you ain't never heard a weak one You got to stand up and get it together, roll with the punches, whatever Get in our way
the pulpit Niggas lie just to kick it, swear to God they got a meal ticket Then they call you when they about to get evicted A Underground King, I been one
he'll discover you Look 'em like a couple of jewels Ticket traum' was old, that plus the God ain't loved the way I move People see me, G. Deini He beeny
clappin' my way Is this the judgment, the place where every thug has been After hearin' gun fire, and slugs go in Are you the chosen, or the one known
real high and things got real slow and i started talking like this what's going on? i don't know and then i sold my car for a Greatful Dead ticket my
?" These niggas don't know what they about to get A one way ticket to Hell my gun dealt Bust my gun at three and one fell The other two, waitin' to
and hers [unverified] and villas, dope dealers and killers Who keep it real-a, chase paper fuck bitches they'll always be there Burn blocks, bust your guns
' to make a livin' These busta tricks don't want no mail They spendin' they riches on skanless bitches Who'll stay petrified in jail It's hell, plus all the dealers want a meal ticket
facin' But give me 7 seas and 11 G's I make enough cheese to bring Wall Street to its knees Nigga please I got enough guns To fill the Empire State Building