-ckin unit! My shit knock for blocks, you can hear it G-G-G-G-G...Its the muthaf-ckin unit! [Chorus] (My rear view mirror is vibrating) N-gga I'm all turnt up, My trunk is
my glove compartment is locked, so is the trunk in the back And I know my rights, so you gon' need a warrant for that Aren't you sharp as a tack, you
This one is for the boys with the boomer system Top down, AC with the cooler system When he come up in the club, he be blazin' up Got stacks on deck like
treble, baby You can be the bass You can be the bass You can be the bass I can be the treble, baby You can be the bass You can be the bass You can be
you're askin' for the secrets To set you free When you're talkin' to the friendship That love of higher self This gift of love is the answer To all
of 'Lift Me Up'; also a bonus track on European pressing of 'Union') This is a right total opposition I believe in you can't you hear
' let me back you up Baby, baby, you're in my system Baby, baby, tell me you're listenin' Tell me you're listenin', got you all up in my system I can
what's good is that when you're not always there (there there) You're no good for my health (my heath) You're just like poison (whoa whoa whoa) (repeat) [Chorus] You
sorry that I left you half in a hole But now you'll write for both of us, ill channel thoughts Through your soul (Uh huh) Emmanuelle, remember this when you
for the DJ startin' cuttin', hours already fuckin', cinderella you girls from nothing to something, hit the parking lot, hear the club system thumpin', lose the face, you
black, it's like thug life (All we do is win) You riding the what? 'Cause we riding tonight You riding with me 'cause you wasn't riding right All I do is
your name And where you rest, I'll make a mess The holla tipsy in ch-chest Call for blood to EMS Come pick you up You know you fucked when You get on
like this I know you been hurt before But you never had a love like this Like this Right for you is always your right for me Like this Wherever you are is
If I be with you, baby I'm confused You choose, you choose I'm not lovin' you the way I wanted to Where I wanna go, I don't need you I've been down this
death Yea, and why they gon' give you life for a murder Turn around only give you eight months for a burner, it's goin' down Why they sellin' niggaz, CD's for
Uhh, yeah Another one of those This is for my nigga Q Down to earth joints Rest in peace, baby You're not for me dawg That's how many that don't know
longer steal Oh, it's real, surrender for Jehovah is real How long will you sleep Troubled by the thoughts that you keep, the idols you heap 'Causing the destruction you
'm sittin' behind these prison walls I got this pen and pad, wishin' on a visit God Brothers is here for homicide and yo, it's some for rape Some brothers
