had me back again well I would never make her sad. I've gotta heart full of soul. Sick at heart and lonely, deep in dark despair. She's been gone such a
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meet the Haitians A bullet beats the verbal lyrical assassination From L.A. to Brooklyn, why you doin' all that talkin'? Think you got a soul but you
meet the Haitians A bullet beats the verbal lyrical assassination From L A to Brooklyn why you doin' all that talkin' Think you got a soul but you're
a circle, everybody, it?s goin' down Give you Hypnotiq to get you erotic And then I take you somewhere exotic Where we can blow chronic A full clip for a
Like a lethal pilla, an smoke the 9 like a phat philla 'cause I'm a straight at war, nigga fuck a bone killa Every bitch come ride wit a grown nigga,
and get you a slice Westside step up and get you a slice Northside step up and get you a slice Chi-Town step up and get you a slice L.A. step up and
K And the candy apple tray she gets heavy in L.A. When Track died, Mack cried Once we start banging again then he did a back slide I was in tune with
Master P] I couldn't gang bang With crips and bloods But i could stand on the corner With killas and drugs They hearing Outlaws that reaching for souls
spit got a six and I'm fucking ya wife Yo this time around its just me 'Gruff and L So get you some henny and blaze a fuckin L This time its platinum
say L.O.V.E eloquently, see dream has a part two Never same, you got to keep it tight, all fresh just like back then, now hear me out... Once together
you a slice Northside step up, and get you a slice Chi-Town step up, and get you a slice L.A. step up, and get you a slice N.Y. step up, and get you
assassination [Wyclef] From L.A. to Brooklyn why you doin all that talkin [B-Real] Think you got a soul but you're a Dead Man Walking [
you fuckin with the bitch killa Like a lethal pilla, an smoke the 9 like a phat philla Cuz I'm a straight at war, nigga fuck a Bone killa Every bitch
the blue seas with yacht full of rits And if there was a fifth nigga, we'd all be drunk Peacin' up on a bunk when one glock to get it clunk For the nigga
sail the blue seas with yacht full of rits And if there was a fifth nigga, we'd all be drunk Peacin' up on a bunk when one glock to get it clunk For
