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Plus 44 Baby Come On

crying your eyes out, and baby, come on Isn't there something familiar about me? The past is only the future with the lights on Quit crying your eyes out, baby

Quit crying your eyes out, and baby, come on Isn't there something familiar about me? The past is only the future with the lights on Quit crying your eyes out, baby

Devilish Eazy-E voice Right about now, Thugs-N-Harmony is on a come up So to all you bustas out there, beware Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves

A knapsack packed with like 40 some Xanax's Shortly come back, I'm tryin to score me some lap dances I'm 'bout to relapse, so baby, pour me some Jack Daniels Formula 44

Yeah, yeah, yeah! I gotta get my headphones All my gangsta niggaz is in the building on this one! You know! Yeah yeah ya know It's real! Hussein what'

on the low Plus the weather man said that it's a light chance of snow It's some Boyz N Da Hood sell anything for profit Five in the morning on the corner

to be on corners with niggas pushin' dope sacks Now I'm in the bathroom finding my nose in the Pereaubian packs My brothers on his feet, plus he fronted

are, you're still catchin bullets, god" [Lord Jamar] You like to taste the lead, well get your face fed After I'm done, you rather suck on pencils Here comes

Mic Geronimo] Behold the automatic, mahogany hand on the steam On who glass fiend, I'm comin straight from Queens Organize on the fiends, double up on