our weary hearts. A song of hope and friends so dear. Good friends and memories, they'll always be in another place inside of me. Pull up a chair
graduation, he's number one An expert with a rifal and also a gun Three weeks on the beat and his weak nerves crack And fires four warning shots into a
a trois, you twots? Fuck that I'd rather turn this club to a ballroom brawl. Get as rowdy as Roesthlisberger in a bathroom stall. Like a leaf stuck in a
square Probably under a chair Black hood on and sporting a gray beard Respect mine, I'll take on your head blind The nigger got caught up and left niggas sporting a
Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done Pull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son Dog, whatever they call you, god, just listen I spit a
I saw a smile come across his face So I smiled back and I told him who I was He said come on in and pull you up a chair You might as well since you
Might need a cough drop Well there's verses and sounds Falling like pounds and pounds of Sand weights from the heavens And she dangles like a bottle
mom would be fixing up something in the kitchen Fresh biscuits or hot apple pie And I'd spend all day long in the basement Torturing rats with a hacksaw And pulling
the lead off Copper thought that he had me caught Little Layzie blew his head off get him up, and get up The bullets they start to get lit up Number
of a prison term They wanna put me in a chair and let me burn But go to prison on a murder rap, fuck that I refuse to be a visitor in state's camp So
I'm a set the motherfuckin' alarm off And shoot this motherfuckers arm off You niggas better smartin' up Act like Mac won't come through and spark shit up
draw pure card Wid big tune fi mash up farin way back dung a yard Caan tell mi nuttin one whole heap a dem a fraud Oonu come through oonu betta call
A Look At Me Bitch Now Hoe Go And Tell The Cops I Got A Crook In My Dick. Straight Gut A Bitch Open Like A Hook In A Fish. I Got A Lady From Paris Who
The money clip had gramp's initials (c'mon) As I, whooped his ass up, six niggaz masked up Pulled up in a Cadillac truck {*gunfire*} [police scanner] .. three-alarm fire ?? and a
x 2 (Verse) question of the day,why do niggas hatin me because i pulled up in mercedes that was A.M.G, all black twenty two,tainted like a tall cat
chance at this life I've met a woman with a thousand faces And I want to make her my wife A fourteenth chance at this life, I want a trade in A thousand faces, a
d never heard And I snap the doors from the hinges I pull the pictures from the wall I knock back a bottle, and I'll give you a call But we get lost
how it is (How is that?) Tell 'em how it is (Tell 'em how) We pull up to a premiere, red carpet good You take my coat, get my chair, like I hoped you
