know even how, cause girl i'd be lyin',oh i'd be lyin',lyin' to you, to you, you know i'd be lyin', lyin', lyin', lyin' to you,lyin' to you, baby you
I don't wanna hold you I'd be lyin' 'cause I'm dying for you If I told you it don't hurt me to see you again I'd be lyin' 'cause I'm cryin' for you
out a magazine homie. I'm talkin bout these hoes gone be something serious. (verse 1) Im a top notch nigga i do grade A shit ima keep it 100 i want
the fans and all the shit that i produced You actin like i aint you man and lyin like she can't be loose But i am really you friend, i'm jus trying to
' Who we is? Ying Yang Twins, what's are names? D Roc and Kaine Stay high as a motherfucka, stay drunk as a motherfucka I got your back nigga, I got
I'm famous, but I aint tryna die tho Niggas be goin out in a gang but not I tho If I have to go back to dope, I'm slangin fo survival Now Dru, pimp
key I ain't wat you want so quit lyin' to me See I was born by myself, Imma die by myself And when I smoke my purple I'm gon' get high by myself And
you Some bitches be lyin (lyin), most bitches be tryin (tryin) To get a nigga caught up, that's probably why I'm (I'm) G'd up, boot up, to hit it and
I don't know if you don't, I know, whenever the wind blows I be chasin' all of my cheese, think I'm lyin', silly negro, please My niggaz is out to get
I know, cry now I know, cry now I know, cry now I know I'll be damned if I let a **** lay his hands on me I'll lay his **** out and park a grand dam
if I ever get a license to carry Shit, that's a license to kill niggaz [Verse 3: T.I.] I refuse to lose, I rather give these weak dudes the blues And
t nappy too I like when chocha be nappy too I treat life like a fast car, lower my speed I try to chill and sell more records than Creed Been a hustler
too) I like when chocha be nappy too I treat life like a fast car, lower my speed I try and chill, and sell more records than Creed Been a hustler,
I'mma pawn rings I'm your lady boo, that's what I'm suppose to do I know when you was coppin' my coupe, that you was coppin' two I know when you got
They start skitz-in, not this kid, because I switched in Flipped in, changed the position that I hits in-side I glide, words can't describe, how I move be
you autobooth I guarantee our change whatever we go through I told you before the light imma show you...you [Chorus] There are times when you'll need someone I will be by your side
bitch what the fuck I'ma thug nigga Chrous:(2X) I'ma thug in da streetz and I know what to do if you fuckin with me I'ma fuck with you I don't give
Yeah Yeah Yeah Ten after eight Im runnin late I jumped in my ride headed down the west side I picked up the phone is my shorty home See I saw you in
