My little girl Drive anywhere Do what you want I don't care Tonight I'm in the hands of fate I hand myself Over on a plate Now Oh little girl There
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Dear baby, wassup witch? I really do wanna believe it, but you know, so good I guess a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do I mean you you couldn't just
T H U G T H U G Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Thursday, Friday, Saturday thugs Everyday thugs we be Bone Thug, ah Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
and I ain't got no fear I roll with my dawgs and my dawgs with me Now who the fuck they wanna see? The B O N E or the Mo, T H U Ge's Nigga we grow like
Yeah, I got a couple cribs, so what, nigga? Rollin', sittin' on dub, dubs, nigga But I don't have to wear no diamonds to shine Damn you don't know that
started, we gon pop pop pop-pop that body, (Doin' that violent..) Them popo don't want beef, they want this war out on the streets with me and my T.H.
[Intro: sample of "Good Lovin" by Mammatapee] Good loving, good love Good loving, good love Good loving, is so hard to find I met you woman, and I just
[Chorus] [Krayzie Bone & Wish Bone]: I been so many places (all around the world) So many unfamiliar faces Oh I pray everyday (everyday) To keep from
Sweet Jane, Jane, Jane I'm so in love with you Sweet Jane, Jane, Jane Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary I'm so in love
[Hook:] Yeah, Yeah Yeah, Yeah Even though I'm makin money, Even though I'm makin money, (Gotta do, gotta struggle, gotta hustle, gotta do what I do...) [
[Chorus: Krayzie Bone] (X2) You need some reefer we smokin? the Bombay, You need some liquor we pourin? it all day, Lookin? for drama my niggas be wildin
wrong, young thug, young thug, It's amazing how they give them second chances and they let us live on, all thugs, all thugs, T.H.U.G., is all I wanna
I just touched down Ferrari to concrete I ain't even home and they're talking about me Fuck out my ear if you talking 'bout freedom, nigger Free don't
Here's why I go in, back on the dough route More money to spend, watch how I show out Lamborghini gloves out that a bring the hoes out Dollar signs brung
Verse One: I met this girl, when I was ten years old And what I loved most she had so much soul She was old school, when I was just a shorty Never knew
Sittin' there, sittin' there Sittin' there All alone I been feeling kinda strange lately I don't know what's going on baby Ever since I came back from