know (Wasted) More than you asked for (Wasted) Out through the indoor (Wasted) Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (Aaa) You're lucky kid (Wasted) Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (Aaa) You're lucky kid
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your skin Oh don't you know Wasted You got more than you asked for Wasted You walk out through the in door Oh, you're a lucky kid Wasted Oh, you're a lucky kid
in your skin Oh don't you know Wasted You got more than you asked for Wasted You walk out through the in door Oh, you're a lucky kid Wasted Oh, you're a lucky kid
She's just a girl who claims that I am the one But the kid is not my son She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son [3rd verse] For forty days
the authority of model seniority they call me Les but they all need more of me. [Lloyd Banks] He ain't Kraft material, champagne for cereal Shorty stole my heart, criminal, my lucky
This is it, dope from the fly kid The Ice mic is back with the high bid Suckers you've lost 'cause players you're not, gangstas you ain't You're faintin
Bittersweet like friends and foes Some get lucky and some get chosen Just like life, guns and roses Life is all about guns and roses Bittersweet like friends and foes Some get lucky
we was little niggas, son since we was 7 Armed robbery, first degree, my man did seven Niggas popped his whip up, hit his Camry with seven He a lucky
hope ya (Got yourself a gun) I'm the N the A to the S I R And If I wasn't I must've been Escobar You know the kid got his chipped tooth fixed Hair parted
war. [chorus] [verse 2] I'm the n the a to the s-i-r And if I wasn't I must've been escobar You know the kid got his chipped tooth fixed Hair parted
Stiff bodies on freeze in funeral parlors From the slums I come up a phoenix caked up Tryna take what I'm eatin? ?n? came up a dismissive kid You lucky
my hands and knees For three full days Draggin' along my big leather suitcase And my garment bag And my tenor saxophone And my 12-pound bowlin' ball And my lucky, lucky
nothin', it don't stop Crabs in a bucket make me wanna say fuck it Like pop, pop, pop, pop, pop but y'all lucky Eastside, front to back, we guard that
me, I don't respect it You don't really want it with Hov for the record I put a couple careers on hold, you could be next kid Keep entering the danger
say say, "Black get off the 'zack, you block my urinal tract" I gotta go pee-pee, yo you don't know me You're just a New Kid on My Jock, tip-seekin
