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The Basics Of Life Lyrics We've turned the page, for a new day has dawned We've re-arranged what is right and what's wrong Somehow we've drifted so

hustler is to stick and move And make you say, "Damn, what's his name? Got to give a nigga props, 'cause the kid got game" Mad game, fool, I base my

gingerbread man (X4) I got the green, drank, pills, blow, i kant get up, sleep, jus keep knockin on my door, im the gingerbread man (X4) OJ Juice

baddest in the school, the baddest in the game Excuse me honey but nobody's in my lane When you was in New York, you was fuckin' the yankee I was fuckin' wit base

like Michael Caine in Zulu Gunners statistics are sometimes misleading The type of criminal rap is breeding Shot in the chest, no one here stopped the bleeding 2-4 to base

is froze My flow is cold I'm hot fa sho You know it's snow I been getting money way back in 94' The base, my trap And you know it be on fire D4L ain

Neww boyzzz Strangers (x3) Go (x4) Give it up for (x2) Go (x4) Give it up for (x2) Ben J Okay little homies trynaa?? diss and I dona??t know why,

, Fuego All about my bread like bagels, they know I'm raw like Qualo, ball like gay hoes Weed so strong, it's like I twist tornadoes Spit like 9?s, 4

ready yall aint ready one time we aint tryin to scare ya up yall we lettin' you know that it aint no games when it comes to the 65 plus 4. 'cause we