while you see da spreewells spin now see we choppin it up got the henny in da cup clean white tee tucked and i aint givin it a f*** king diamonds for
with cocaine toe-maine poison em put your boys in there after you get ate they get the same im insane something stuck in my membrane its them thangs tummy tuck
her own think she aint tryna hear that You knowin whats gonna happen after the party C and Neef up in the sweat we fishin out the lobby Back after back
wit the next nigga you crazy bitch? And dis was the one I trusted Who would ever think she would spread like mustard Bitch I was your bread and butter You shoulda tucked
Toe tipper, nigga big time hoe flipper [ CHORUS: 2x ] [ MJG ] When I roll bitches Lyrical lethal like it was dope hard Moonshine Niggaz playin like cartoon time He get tucked
go down What is going on here Will I ever know the truth How do to deal with the time stealing away your daddy's youth Story after story of disaster
living destructively Pump and pee Tuckin' T's up in ? When I jump on I'm trying to handle my business full grown Just soft niggaz, it's getting crazy after
air Yeah load it on my macbook air Its a new form of macking don't be old fashioned update your passion Only reason I be eye chattin its when its time
em and they burrrrrrr stick em, ha ha ha stick em (woah) you better tuck in your shine, thats prime grind niggas is black, them kill em in black now feel us one time
With foresight I foresee and now by no means I vowed to myself time after time You're an unfamiliar place I know it sounds insane, I'm safer tucked away
a time there was a happy family There was a baby girl, a daddy and there was a mommy Mommy had a secret, she told a little white lie When she tucked
him, tears curling into her mouth This was something their stories always omitted That her joy would seem like pain When he focused after
starts to fall Down will come emcees, fake shit an' all On top I be the show shot, the bomb drops After shot blow your bumba clock to smithereens Time
and sons Askin' niggas where they come from Get him for his one, um Sunshine, its crunch time Stranded on the front line Ducking from the one-time Niggas
kids up and grown But these are things that go unsaid He might call her from the road just in time to say hello And goodbye again She keeps his picture tucked
called her daddy's little girl She was four years old Waiting by the door to run into his arms Each time that he came home And every night he tucked
we duck the police But I don't let her hold my pistol cuz she might tuck the police Cuz she's a gangsta (Nivea Street guy, three times, lie for ya
its me Resache, WHOOPS somebody shot me, and i was just checkin the mail, get it checkin the male [tounge clicks] how many record you expectin' to sell after