IRC-Galleria

Since I've lost you I'm lost too
Nigga feeling like he at the bottom like a horse shoe
Sorry for the trouble that I put you in your heart too
God knows that I'll do anything for a part 2
Hard to be friends for the day you come back to me
Sayin that you forgive me
give me another chance I'm needing it like a kidney
I donÂ’t want a advance
give me back her hands give me back her touch
I donÂ’t ask for much, but I fucked up
I know I fucked up, I admit I fucked up, but everybody fucks up
Now this southern nigga lucked up
Telling me and my click donÂ’t give a fuck
Cuz I'm from new Orleans, she was from Georgia
She was my down chick, I was a soldier
I was a gangsta, she was my shoulder
You were the pistol to my holster. Bang

You forgot about the house, you forgot about the ring
I remember everything, I just wanna hear you sing
I remember the love right after the fight
You canÂ’t tell me you donÂ’t remember those nights
And if I would cry, you would cry twice
To me you were the brightest star under sunlight
Take away my title, take away my strength
And give me back my girl and you give me back my life
-Give me back my girl and you give me back my life-
See this is just a nightmare so I blink twice
Open up my eyes hoping sheÂ’d be in my sight
I remember the time I wish I can bring it back
What she means to me is what I mean to rap

But I hope u havenÂ’t forgot about me
Up in the living room watchin sports center
You were cookin dinner, I was such a sinner
But the lord is a forgiver
You know they say if u pray then u can get your blessings ordered and delivered
And your boyfriend is not like me
Why you even go and get a ___ like me
I remember we would sit at home all day
You called me butter, I called you babe
My momma asked about you, my partners did too
I know your daughter will be so amazing like you
And I know you probably wish you never met me
And I just wish you never forget me
And let me say, please, donÂ’t worry about the women I have been with
No engagement can amount to your friendship
And I hope that nigga know he got a queen
And all I can do is dream. Damn.

26 inches remix killer,
weezy f the god,
yeah godzilla,
im on dat bob marley,
im in a farrari,
i mean a ferrari,
my flow is so firey,
im hotter than the sun,
just call me a amare (Stoudmare),
im the soul heiry,
whatcha know bout it,
young money baby,
co sign it,
young money cash money we are so giant,
g4 flyin,
we are so private,
mile high club,
i need a co pilot,
what it do stunna,
yeah ya son is grown,
kick ya feet up and ima bring the money home,
birdman jr,
mind that bird,
always strapped,
combat verse,
never back down,i lay you back down,
always strapped up never put dat strap down,
haha,
young mula baby”


Pussy gon get pussy, CMB, Weezy, Birdman, Ross, purple car, purple green, white work probably eurethene, dat girl brain got her IQ, her daddy in a chain gang claim pyru, she wanna look at me, i wanna look at her, i run with cash money, go head and look it up, only the best grade tryin to light it up, spend a night with me baby you could write a book, i influence so many, g-5s, I flew in so many, we so hot, so and so finished, we globe trot onto more business, two steppin in my chucks, always strapped you know wassup, triple C you know dats us, CMB you know dats us.

(Krayzie Bone)
Nigga roll wit Bone up into the Thug spot
To the dome wit a shot of bird
Never get tossed to the curb
Be feelin that urge to splurge
But I'm broke as f*ck son gimme that Mossberg swerve
Up into my bag, cause I gotta get my mask and shells
to put in this twelve gauge sawed off
Get em all off, nigga yo' loss, take it all off
Got a nigga car door
But the Bone not Leatherface, too many are thinkin they Thugs
They need the most help to pull it in doves
And bitch if you stickin we buckin them guzzlers, fucked up
Now let me get done with the grime
Gotta go purchase a dime
Put in a state to get done with the crime
Smokin the reefer to ease my mind
Swig some wine, step on the block with the rocks
But Willie be servin em clemency
Gotta buck him on down if he come back talkin
like gimme back me money
Thuggin with me killers, need us a leader
or liquor but niggaz ain't got sh*t
Wit a sawed off pump chrome thirty-eight pistol
Now who ready to get bent
Nigga like me feenin for them green leaves
But I ain't had no dough
Gotta make some money so
I'm makin my dummy rocks if I go broke

Now you dun heard a lot of talk about me and my niggaz
Them outlaw world-wide my figures.
From triumph to tragedy,
To right back on top the niggaz still mad at me.
For pushin that big truck on 24's a square feat in ATL game [?]
Man dats what my nigga got shot for,
bein to motha fuckin wrong for dis footballs.
See the darkness see the light he wanna feel it
Misery loves pumpin me
And that's the real shit
But in 2005 im on some ill shit
Four niggaz sneak upon my and peel this.
I'm takin a stand when i get in home killa, like them niggaz in pakistan
It's simple, gotta git em fore' i die like the old west see how we low tex da ride.

Yea, My mother aint made no suppa
Raised in the gutta
I'm a made mutha fucka.
All I know is get paid motha fucka
All day motha fucka
One way or anotha
And aint no body no where that can stop me
Call me cachy you tennis im hockey
Mix a little bit of pocky-ocky with black rocky in my pocks you got me.
Real tall I never took a shall unless it was support
Im stressin aint my thought
And I walk these dogs im a soldier
dontcha wanna be like me when you grow up?
A man of honor commer
Good calma
Niggaz wants drama I got the problem solva
Big ass Cig, Thats that shit
plus the bully that a fully automatic.

See, it ain't easy bein' me
Life as a celebrity is less than heavily
I got these fakes and these back-stabbers chasin' me around
And it's always drama
Whevever I wanna get around
Mama told me
Long before I ever came up
Gotta be true, to watchya' do
And keep ya' game up
'Cause things change
And jealousy becomes a factor
Best friends at your wifes house tryin' to MACK HER!
I'm on tour
But still they keep on knockin' at my door
And I got no time to worry
I'm steady wantin' more
Every day is a test, yes
I try hard
But I'm strugg-a-lin' with every breath
I pray to God that the woman that I left at home
All alone
Ain't nothin' like tryin' to bone
Over the phone
In my mind
I can see her naked
I can't take it
Got me shakin' at the thought that we can make it
I thought you knew.

I like my seat down low and my windows lightly cracked
Ridin wit a bad hoe and her girlfriend in the back
I like to get real high and neva look back
And u don't wanna try me don't I look strapped

I come from the hardest city ain't nobody fuckin wit it
Got a black and gold sole and a fresh New Orleans fitte,
A collared polo and a pair of bally bucks
Young money muthafucka know ya worried bout us
Cash money muthafucka
C.M.R. I trust
Neva had my jaw broken but its jaw i bust
and i probably got ya girlfriend on my bus
What happens on my bus stays on my bus
And that white widow weed out the jar is a must
If u gimme a cigar than a cigar i bust
Put that white widow weed in the cigar and puff
Look ma im tryin to make a porno starrin us
Well not just us a couple foreign sluts
We could make the summer manal n trallin ya'll
And i be wit jim jones and we be ballin ballin
Yea Baby we ballin like rawlins and spaldins
Pint of dj screw and that hawiian
I am leannin like a three Legged lion climbin
Right to the top of the muthafuckin mountain countin
I'm gonna need an accountant to count it,
Manny got this fuckin beat poundin
It's poundin but it was just lost until i found it, found it
Stole it like a scoundrel holly grove hounded put
This bitch to sleep fu*kin rite i nite gowned it
Niggas talking cheap tell them niggas pipe down bitch
Bloods in the building and every body soundless
Beatin up the track like a muthafuckin round fist
Blind, deaf or crazy ima spit like a long kiss
I am just a martian ain't nobody else on this
Planet i know see i live by my only
Where my cheese nigga where my macaroni
Baby i get up In that ass and act a donkey
Candy on candy nigga
Gripin the grain see i am the only fire that can
Live in the rain i am so so New Orleans
Like 1825 Tulane

I see no changes wake up in the morning and I ask myself
is life worth living should I blast myself?
I'm tired of bein' poor and even worse I'm different an the others
my stomach hurts so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch
Cops give a damn about a negro
pull the trigger kill a nigga he's a hero
Give crack to the kids who the hell cares
one less ugly mouth on the welfare
First ship 'em dope & let 'em deal the brothers
give 'em guns step back watch 'em kill each other
It's time to fight back that's what Huey said
2 shots in the dark now Huey's dead
I got love for my brother but we can never go nowhere
unless we share with each other
We gotta start makin' changes
learn to see me as a brother instead of 2 distant strangers
and that's how it's supposed to be
How can the Devil take a brother if he's close to me?
I'd love to go back to when we played as kids
but things changed, and that's the way it is