u love 2 hate Tell yo bitch it's that nigga u love 2 hate Smoke-A-Lot, Regime, nigga, u love 2 hate Album to the face, nigga, u love 2 hate Yes, it's
it don't stop, so keep on flippin your Glock Whether it's drama or not Cause somebody might run up in ya spot, whether you servin or not That's how it
.I.G.) From East to West coast spread love niggaz (ha hahh, that's right) And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures (let's go) Verse One:
qui me ressente, qui a baigner dans mon son a baigner dans mon sang ! R.O.H.2.F !!! La hagra du rap francais !!! 9.4 !!! Nique le rap game ! Ceux qui
s doin his thang? Speak up, I wanna know if you can keep up Timberland boots for girls, with the tree stump Baggy sweatsuits, mystery what's underneath
Missy like to take it backwards"} I'm not a prostitute but I can give you whatchu want I love your braids and your mouth full of funk Love the way my
up in the doom A second's all it takes me I'm knownin how you fakes be And that's what motivates me To maybe wanna brake thee Like you love a foe, mothafuckas
in the gucci one First you get that money then them bunnies and them cucci come You fan when that cucci come You lame when that cucci come I come through your hood in that s
island three five N2Deep Mack 10 under seat for carjacking Passenger 57's A Product 19 who gets the dumpster behind 7 Eleven 4-1-0-8-0-9-1-5-9 Same 227
8: Prince Poetry] Struggle and fight loss like love foresight nor like Jet on that Bronx man's wife or that New Jersey turnpipe (North South West to East) [Verse 9
On the playground like 'go shorty it's ya birthday' (Go, go, go..) "Here's a little story I got ta tell" "I am the legendary" "R-A" "Rugged Man" [Verse 2
they backs And bamas clapped a little more, from Tec 9's to 44's Selling drugs or pimpin whores cause we hated being poor Life's a war ghetto children
U Love 2 Hate tell yo bitch it's that nigga U Love 2 Hate Smoke-A-Lot, Regime, nigga U Love 2 Hate album to the face, nigga U Love 2 Hate Yes, it's that
do or die Riffles and .45's 17-shot 9's Right up between your eyes Niggas is gon die Niggas come from the pound Hummers and S-S's Born to be a killer
hatas what the Turf is worth showin love to his folks, and tryin to make a dolla "Here's a blunt, let's get smoke" that's what I heard him holla even
it's cold heart. [Chorus x2] [Verse 14: Dru Down] We use no parinoia or dedication to our paper it's so deep the paraphanalia to the Mobb love to
to take it backwards" - backwards*} I'm not a prostitute but I can give you whatchu want I love your braids and your mouth full of funk Love the way my
papers!yeah [Lil' Flip] I'm a southside playa that love to wreck I got 25-G's above my neck when I'm at the Cashattia I love to bet should I take the