LET'S GET IT ON, LET'S GET IT, LET'S GET IT ON LET'S GET IT ON, LET'S GET IT, LET'S GET IT ON STEP INTO THE LIGHT, LOOK ME IN THE EYE, SEE THE TRUTH,
lay it down?) Drip, drip, drip, drip for me, mami, can you drip, drip, drip? (Would she, would she lay it down?) It's the, it's the, it's The Cataracs She's hot on
on the getaway mile Let's blow a hole in this town And do our talking with the laser beam Coming out of this place in a bullet's embrace Then we'll do it
I'm on the grind, let my paper stack but I'm filthy It's funny how n***** get to screw facin' at me Anyhow they ain't got the heart to get at me I'll
We touch, I feel a rush, we clutch, it isn't much But it's enough to make me wonder what's in store for us It's lust, it's torturous, you must be a sorceress
us, I need more rubbers And If I don't use rubbers, need more covers Housekeeping, I mean goddamn One time, let it be a bad bitch sweeping That know we get O's
Gotta get'cha get'cha get?cha head in the game Gotta get'cha, get'cha head in the game Gotta get'cha get'cha get?cha head in the game Let's make sure
employee that's on line Tryin' to get my act together and do it one more time Twenty one guns salute with all nines And I know it's on me to make sure
The way... with me... The way... with me... I gotta get to you... how far... I gotta get to you... you are... I gotta get to you... It's not like me
hoo, woo hoo) Now it won't come back 'cause it's oh so happy And now I've got a hole for the world to see, yeah (Woo hoo, woo hoo) And it said, ?No
you binge I purge alike Let's go it's harder going on One more trip and I'll be gone So keep your head up, keep it on Just a whisper I'll be gone
heart Some dogs that got hit by cars All came to spill their guts And we spoke about the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost And which psalms we had learned the most And
', clockin' my bank, and thuggin' trues, foo's It's the thuggish ruggish bone It's the thuggish ruggish bone It's the thuggish ruggish bone It's the
blood on my hands That's not in my plan, to unstrap it and murda ya man, I murda ya man And I go home and got your blood on my clothes, and I'll be guilty
wherever we go Wife repo, 'bout a mil' and a half key holes Bite marks from you slugs on track some kilos Three loads, on my P's, Q's, and my G hoes
continue on, your hood you finish Write a suicide note and get a window on Nigga that's the type of shit we on Redrum, Redrum spin it back like a Missy
't never ever been beaten before You get a bullet hole in your soul fuckin' with Lo I'm from Southwest whip a Jaguar S 1100 Crucifix on my chest I could just stand still and
be brought down on one knee I'll fight with all of my might and get these demons to flee Hashem's rays fire blaze burn bright and I believe Hashem's rays fire blaze burn bright and