Lyrics:
Son By Four Two To Tango

it all She didn't want to fall, fall in love with me Then she had to see, she had to let it go 'Cause it takes only two to tango She was only seventeen

it all she didn't want to fall, fall in love with me then she had to see, she had to let it go cause it takes only two to tango. She was only seventeen

in the rassle, yo, clap ups Catch me at the Stephen King mansion With four of my Branson niggas With me, me and Britney, a dancer Know your shit authentic by

on Holy ground give is the greatest of all I spread my love around young black multi, this ain't a game son We run businesses this ain't a game son, we

ill fly jersey Expos neck froze fuck your set, slash vetos still Lex knows gasoline jumper on with the most fly livest Gortex made in Mexico bricks Fifteen Five Celine Dion ties Two

money Son, now you wanna smoke shit Chill God, yo the Son don't chill Allah What's today's mathematic Son? Knowledge God [Raekwon] Fly like cashmere

best to run Y'all the little y'all the youth coming up Or get stung by the killer bee stinga from the slums KnowhatI'msayin son? Yo son Of the young

Zu, I say "Yo, who you?" 'cause [Chorus] [Buddha Monk] Back the fuck up before I use my gat Spray two to your neck and four to your back It's the hardcore

pay her up Is it real, son, let me know it's real, son If it's really real, son, let me know it's One, two three, four, kill one Fuck it up and kill