Suckas come & try me, dey gon? find ya body Suckas come & try me, dey gon? find ya body Suckas come & try me, dey gon? find ya body Suckas come & try
If you love me You will give your heart Why should we be apart If you love me If you love me Baby you will know the truth I wasn't born to lose And I
about cash been a-, been about cash been a-, been about big money b- big money (Verse 1) Hundred on the stack rubbers on the band Van full of kush Guns
Tear off my clothes and scream at the sky Fall to my knees and ask God, 'why?' [SANTIGOLD] This nightlife is killing me I think I'm losing my mind I
Fugative It's like they've got me locked up Shackles no keys They want me to play the game but the game right now aint playing with me So keeping my
cap You gonna get laid flat or you gonna behave Put this gun to your wave cap and get under your waves Because you keep the nine witchu - you gettin your mind
[Evidence] Yo the rhyme excursions touch minds like brain surgeons Feel the lyric tear gas even on clean versions No profanic goddammit Hard like
[Chorus:] Kingdom come, bass lines and bring them drums This is game time play mine we're number one Kingdom come, bass lines bring them drums This is game
my eye, a lead to fly Like fuck it, look how these niggas duck shit One kid hollerin' what lookin' up , he the big wig Fake ass cat, low life, sodomize mind
Shoot his mans, grizzly stance, up in the GT, Clansman With the sword that'll blow up a van When them peoples come, blow right past, mind your business
Killer B, yeah, rest in peace, I'm sayin' son Ain't no room in this game for everybody, you know? But uh, we gon' do our thing baby, we gon' do our thing
!) (Monoxide Child) Are you ready for the jump off? I'm in a traffic jam with the punk ass cops behind me In a raid van understand I got a demon
Babe, if it's a problem go on let me know And if it ain't shit, nigga go let it go But while it's on my mind, I need to let you know Them choppers on
the likeness, of Isrealites mist, that made me write this A slight twist, of lime rhyme, be chasin' down your prime time Food for thought or rather mind
Hook Eightball: You be all in my mix talkin' bout "I be your fix" Baby I ain't in the mood for no games and tricks I got game, but I ain't ever had one
you were on my mind at least nine tenths of yesterday it seemed as if perhaps I'd gone insane what is it about you that has commandeered my brain?
approach as a gentleman Hello mam' today you lookin pretty damn elegann' I think she get the message like a telegram I'ma be your cab and your yellow van