change Runnin' through you You can't deny you let the pain Just consume you I'm takin' no blame I'm feelin' the same I feel ok... If my friends have gone Gone
a change Runnin' through you You can't deny you let the pain Just consume you I'm takin' no blame I'm feelin' the same I feel ok... If my friends have gone Gone
re half of a half wieght crook nigga get off X dick go sing a hook nigga And you can't replace the late great one and when your gone you'll only be the
shook, you're half of a half wieght crook nigga get off X dick go sing a hook nigga and you can't replace the late great one and when your gone you'
When all my drugs gone, nigga all my thugs gone And I'm scared to eat, the last of the bread and the butter Because after that, all the god damn bud gone
it. I rock with a box and cock my cap so its crooked. Look at theres no gimmick to mimick i'm just twisted. [Chorus x2] Lack of blood to the brain
in ears when they gone mention me I been out doin' it for years, since elementary Real good relationship with guns and drugs Because my whole neighborhood consist of crooks
my people in the world, where the fuck you at? Where my niggaz is at? (2X) Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? (repeat all 2X)
gold thangs cop a burn and turn it over like a flapjack mo money mo money for black market on the black market, yeah x4 creepin
Can't catch me, I know they don't like me [Chorus x4] Get it how ya live how we live be raw I ain't bout being broke crooked officer One more strike
thug girl Hook: 4x I'm a tru playa [Krazy] You know how we do this here baby Erotic sex in ya man's bed you know I'm gone freak ya Sexy you know I
i know you gotta feel this im on some real shit (x 3) i know you gotta feel this im on some real shit (x 3) yo check it out im on some real shit (x 3)
I'm gone I ain't drownin', just waving Ain't even worth a song We was makin' something of it And X did mark the spot But Y's a crooked letter I forgot
' on She's everywhere now that She's gone, gone, gone O cabin fever! O cabin fever! Welcome to his table, beloved-unconscious Raisin' her host of hair from her crooks
hoods and we bang each other, we woni??t bang cops. Know what Ii??m saying. And one things these motherfuckas in America know they know we aint gone
get a light reaction Despite the braggin my chest brighter than Michael Jackson BMW motorcycle drag racing dawg That playas raw call'em "Lil' Wayne the Don" [Chorus 2X
half of a halfway crook Get off X's dick go sing a hook nigga And you can't replace the late great one And when you gone you only gon' be the late fake
serious nigga you shook you half of a half-way crook, get off X dick, go sing a hook nigga And you can't replace the late greal one And when you gone
