Gangsta Boo Lyrics
Gangsta Boo Lyrics
"Hard Not To Kill Lyrics"
Trouble Lyrics
Trouble Don't you see That in your bed I find no sleep I confess you came because of me Trouble get behind me now Trouble let me be Cold wet stone Deep river bed Once so clean and clear now runs red You know too well Was me that called you here Trouble get behind me now Trouble let me be Oh sweet day Leave me behind I will never call on you Until the day I die Pray your mercy
Trouble Don't you see That in your bed I find no sleep I confess you came because of me Trouble get behind me now Trouble let me be Cold wet stone Deep river bed Once so clean and clear now runs red You know too well Was me that called you here Trouble get behind me now Trouble let me be Oh sweet day Leave me behind I will never call on you Until the day I die Pray your mercy
What's the motherfucking business?
I'm tryna tell ya it's hard not to kill you chicken-head ass hoes
Talking all that motherfucking shit, but it's all good
I done caught a few charges, I ain't scared to catch some more
You hear me bitch? Come to my motherfucking do' and watch me
Pluck yo' motherfucking feathers
[Verse 1]
I'm the girl about the cash, I'm the lady with the mask
I'm the one with the trigger, watch me pull it, make it blast
I'm the one who got some niggas, I'm the one who got the gat
I'm the one they call "Miss Lady Gangsta" sweep you off the map
What, you tryna step to me 'cuz you feeling like a killer?
In my eyes, I see bloody skies, dump you in a river
I'm the motherfucking girl who talking all that shit
I'm the first lady of the motherfucking triple six
I'm the first one to call a hit on yo' fucking crew
I'm the one who got you whacked cuz you fucked wit
The Wish Lyrics
Living in a world of delour hate a part of life if that`s all we live for then I would rather... die. I`m going mad, can`t you see my pain I pray to you God, won`t you please help me fulfill my deathwish it`s my only chance for escape losing touch with reality what is left for me Suicide? is death my only way or is it life, life woth you Lord I am trying to find my way through fields of hope the only fla
h Gangsta BooLiving in a world of delour hate a part of life if that`s all we live for then I would rather... die. I`m going mad, can`t you see my pain I pray to you God, won`t you please help me fulfill my deathwish it`s my only chance for escape losing touch with reality what is left for me Suicide? is death my only way or is it life, life woth you Lord I am trying to find my way through fields of hope the only fla
I'm the one who be yelling, "Blaze the blunt" if you got it
I'm the one that's yelling "Sike" cuz I got my own fire
If you haters wanna rumble bring yo' anna to the do'
Hoe you know how you can get me, you can catch me at a show
This is how I represent for my ghetto-gangsta niggas
If you want a gangsta-girl, holla at a lady boy!
[Chorus: 4X]
It's hard not to kill niggas
It's like an everyday job not to kill niggas (I'll kill)
Niggas you better know that
[Verse 2]
You need a girl that's gonna get high with you
Lie with you, cry with you
Ride with you, die with you
All that type of shit I'll do
I'm the type of girl that's gonna be down for mine
All the time, on the grind
Ready to ride, folks by my side without spilling a dime
It really don't even matter to me
Dwelling, I'm chilling in the B.H.Z.
Flipping the script, and coming so
Alive Lyrics
Working, these bodies unconscious, all slaving for a lifetime with nothing to show. Hours injected, with years invested, for these martyrs with a dying wage-death wage. Alive-yet lifeless. Tired of breathing, tired of living, tired of slaving, alive- yet lifeless! Tired of breathing, tired of living, tired of slaving, born-dead new world slaves. Dying for notions of progress, a manufactured caste of actors displayed demands rejected, the bosses connected, in this inbred pow
cleanWorking, these bodies unconscious, all slaving for a lifetime with nothing to show. Hours injected, with years invested, for these martyrs with a dying wage-death wage. Alive-yet lifeless. Tired of breathing, tired of living, tired of slaving, alive- yet lifeless! Tired of breathing, tired of living, tired of slaving, born-dead new world slaves. Dying for notions of progress, a manufactured caste of actors displayed demands rejected, the bosses connected, in this inbred pow
I'll forever be known as La-to the-Dy (lady)
Bitches and niggas can't feed off of me
I'm riding and mobbing with H to the C
P to the posse, you haters can't stop a bitch because it's meant to be
Gangsta, the gangsta is coming so hard
I be known as the bitch with the aAAttitude
Listen, you hear me, I'm saying it's all to the good
Don't be a damn fool
You need a girl that's gone holla out your do'
"The folks is kicking in your do' "
I be the one that be coming like my name is "Cleo"
Be knocking you straight to the flo'
I love gangsta niggas, gangsta niggas love me
Me and a gangsta nigga got our fucking family
This is how I represent for my ghetto-gangsta niggas
If you want a gangsta girl, holla at a lady boy!
Chorus (4x)
[Verse 3]
Fuck them other niggas, I be hanging with my fucking click
Out to get that cheddar, cuz
No Imagination Lyrics
Eyes that tell me "baby, you don't need no invitation". Let me smoke another cigarette before I make a move. I can see me in the morning; losing my direction, deep inside my overcoat, looking for the door. I don't wanna stay with you. I just wanna play with you. One sweet abbreviation sleeping like the dead. You think you're pretty, well, so do I. You came to me but, passion eyes, got no imagination to clutter up my head. Eyes that
it's better when you having shitEyes that tell me "baby, you don't need no invitation". Let me smoke another cigarette before I make a move. I can see me in the morning; losing my direction, deep inside my overcoat, looking for the door. I don't wanna stay with you. I just wanna play with you. One sweet abbreviation sleeping like the dead. You think you're pretty, well, so do I. You came to me but, passion eyes, got no imagination to clutter up my head. Eyes that
Doing gangsta stuff got me sitting off in a beamer truck
Gangsta like to fuck, hit me later, let me know what's up
Marching and stepping, I got the bullets, I'm gonna use em'
Professional slanger i'm out the jump
(talking: Unlock the motherfucking do'!)
I'm packing the weapon, commence to steppin up to your face
As I buck, you will die, I bounce the scene and without a trace
If it's anna to handle, the Misses Gangsta is bout her biz
I be coming and gunnin', I thought you hoes knew what time it is
When you see me you know that it's some shit, cuz I don't come out
I'll be in yo' house, I'm on the couch with the pistol out
I be taking them chances cuz I'm a gangsta that's claiming clout
If you bitches keep pressing off in my grill, I'm a choke you out
This is how I represent for my ghetto-gangsta niggas
If you want a gangsta girl, holla at a lady boy