{Na-na-na-na-na} Who you gonna trust, yeah {Whoa } You could trust me, ha-ha-ha (Uh) I don't care about nothin' else, my baby (To all the ladies in our
Excuse me, while I sing to you I'm bein' real and that's the thing to do I'm just livin' and lovin' Smokin' and fuckin' Out here on the grind (Alchemist
Ollie ollie, oxen free Like one, two, three Red light, green light, one, two, three Yo, I pop six boxes, play some scalezes, uh Pitch the ball, I'ma
Cool an' Dre, uh Terror Squad, motherfuckers They're all gonna laugh at ya, haha They're all gonna laugh at ya Yeah, uh, haha (Yo, oh, God) Haha (Feedin
Yeah, it's time, baby It's time to speak the truth, maturity Niggas gotta evolve to let niggas know the real Call yourself real, ya gotta start speakin
Baby, if you wit' it, just clap yo' hands Stop playin' girl, back that ass up and Spend that cash dog, drink the Henny and Freak that girl like you tryna
Yeah, uh, yeah, loyalty She was sixteen maybe seventeen, uh Who you gonna trust? And life goes on (2002) The timin' ain't me it's like, please goin' through
Slow motion, baby Tell you what I see through these eyes All we do is speak the truth, yeah Shit is realla then real, yeah Shit is realla then real, ain
Yeah, uh You know what this is The fat gangsta Maybe it's the TS chain (I got 'em right) Maybe it's that Escalade (Come get 'em right) Maybe it's the
Whoo, friendly day in the neighborhood Birds is chirpin' (Hi neighbor) Niggas walkin' they dogs, ha ha, watering they flowers That's my neighborhood,
Uhh, yeah uhh, yo uh, you know who rule this shit This city is mine I blaze up like Diddy and Shyne Anybody want beef with the D.O.N Guaranteed it would
Hey, we back, my nigga Chink Santana Murder Inc., Terror Squad Boy you keep on turnin' me Love the way you turn me on Got me feelin' all alone Love the
Yeah, Joe crack the don, Ton' Sunshine, terror Terror squad, it's our time, yeah, hand it over Yo, what, yeah Yeah, mami just like that, bend down, grab
Cool it Dre, oh God Yeah, got that gangsta, gangsta, gully, gully Yeah, big business, Joe crack the don Terror Squad baby, BX Boro, holdin' down to the
Loyalty It's the code of the streets The words we live by and die by You know, the way we survive this life out here It's no other way The only way Is
[toxic] Saw a little motherfucker and y'all was ready to bend Left the mob for something petty but then fetti got thin Now you back where you begin while
A contribution made A man-made self brigade An imposition of that's dwelled And hospitality far from reality Casts neglecting yourself And in the process
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