off raps, reminiscin' of days Good part is shot up while 'more bounce' plays Missin the days sometimes, but keeps my eyes on the future Keep my hands on
me on Well, I got this new joint, the Glocko Pop, Glocko Pop? Yeah, Glocko Pop, oh, I love that song, oh my God Here it is, just for you, sugar Bobby
times in one night next thing you know Niggaz is kickin' in your door for your life, got your wife And your kids, and your crib this your shit you see
a kid on the streets [Chorus] Life is short and the world is small You never know when you might fall Stop the fighting it could last forever were all here on
see another day If I make it back this time, got to hold what is mine And thank God that I made it alive Here in the Southtown you know that kid don'
skin's my cell, no parole on my life CHORUS: Doin' time on the third stone from the sun Lucy got me on the run, kid, hold my gun I'm dealin' with
right next to me How would you like to go on a little trip with your boy Tyrese Raise your hand if you want me to fulfill your fantasies I can have you
you fugazi if you think I'ma admit wrong I cripple any hypocritic critic I'm sic'd on And this song is for any kid who gets picked on A sick song to
Doomed to this kid that you fueled with anger actions Disgust mostly sick most, never have satisfaction Till your bones melt high incident clips and crumple zones Hold a fix on
cut your hair off, that's when you fell off Man say your album go to platinum, that's when you cooled off Disrespectin' the Bow Wow legacy You got the nerve on
money But now the paper here, e'rybody actin funny They want all your time and STILL spend all your money? Still spend all your money? Money? You see a nigga out here
is dope it ain't givin you niggaz hope unless your signature's wrote on a check from Interscope NOPE! Move on [Chorus] [Crooked I - over Chorus] Move on
An All Yall Ask About Is Aftermath Motherfucker MOVE ON... CHORUS Verse 2 *Joe Budden* I Gotta Give My Own Interview Since Niggas That Do My Interviews Focus On
is not that kind of girl That you can lay down And think that everything is okay She?s only human, oh This girl is always on the go Hurt on occasional
That's my song man Somebody put the juke joint on, listen to the words of the song Let me prove what I say is true, that I'm really really feelin' you
a cat, Onyx is as hot as it gets Bitches fuckin' for free, is outta the quest Blow blood outta your flesh, your body outta your vest I draws the heat
This album right here This is the Yin and the Yang So you gonna hear a lot of different things on it You gonna hear a lot of profanity You might hear
sounds of earthquakes Make no mistake kid y'all just faking Cross-over cats that love to eat bacon WTC rush like Regan Crush your little song while you on your