a few good men (1-2-3) (Do you wanna see...) (...What these black men are all about) Just a few good men (Do you wanna see...) (...What these black men
away, ecstasy Bitch! Please, pop a few of these And make house calls on Ja Rule twice a week, heh You and me, love you boy, yeah You got me high as a
I'm a G fool, you the bitch type You got yo strap dawg, I got a strap too I'm from the Southside, we act a damn fool You ain't the real hoe, youse a real
you and you for me Good times, sickness and health Broke ass, and richness, baby we made it work Yes sir, yo I reminisce over this chick colder than a soda Princess a
send dem Tsunamis that hit Indonesia B-b-but ain't no mother, mother thing stopping me Like good, good I'm a good swimmer God knows I done lost but ***dam I'm a good
in a colred face Can they see why he love to chase green fetti in a gutta place He grew up so he love the taste For diniro's hes a disgrace Denies that he's tellin' a
mo' stressed Mo' money, mo' drama you know a nigga keep his armor 'Cause the streets are killin', now get your grind on Come get introduced to my home Yo, yo
Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal Rob a few bars so I can buy a few cars And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few hoes Excellence is my
good ol' job at city hall She probably didn't trust men anymore Until Philip Harrison walk though the door Went out a few times but what about Shaquille Mom's offered him a
my men in glory Then get shorty to hold a pound for me I know she down for me Yeah, sneak up on em like a car theif These niggas mad cause it's my
This how a nigga show you real love A dedication to them real thugs ?Cause we the last one's livin' All I need to get on is a few good men with big
love A dedication to them real thugs Cause we the last one's livin' [Chorus: (repeat 2x) Trick Daddy] All I need to get on is a few good men with big
Man I fucked a lotta bitches man Made a lotta money, made a lotta enemies Would I do this shit all over again, I dunno That's a good question, would you
a game 'til them thangs come out I bang out 'til your brains hang out.. .. cause you're fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga Think it's a game
it come to Our rapport's good no more We was good before Till I saw what type a dude you took me for We had a chance to take paper down What I took was
