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Soul in the Hole Soundtrack lyrics Against the Grain lyrics "Watch out for your friends" Aiyo, aiyo, you you you got that thing for me, huh? You thought I was layin it? No no I ain't layin it, I'm takin it You don't understand? You confused? How bout if I stuck your fuckin head thru that window that would unconfuse you right? Thought I was layin it, give me the fuckin money, come on I'm blamin lame ass rappers frontin for famin I should open up a casino for all the games you playin I'm sayin, everyday in a different namin Plus they homos now, big black niggas flamin We stressin, that you don't be stressin us And if you GS and GS then don't be B-S'n us Just be B-S'n logicly, not like that we be guessin Because the truth need no modesty Cristal to spring water, Bacardi whatever What it is is what it is, we can party together You know how the game goes when your name grows But still love is love, fuckin the same hoes Against the grain goes the souped-up rapper, he spittin venom So now we gotta get wit him And do the ten thing, frightenin, while his mens cling Then watch blood extract out his ass like ginseng It all ends with all of his mens hit and now our future friendship, strictly forensic But that's the life we livin, drivin, that's how we driven Strivin, you must be robbin, cos I ain't giving, shoot ya guns Now when we bless this, with precise shit that we suffice with, we keep your mentals lit Now when we bless this....... "Watch out..." I see ya overly concernin, ya insides burnin Mad at the fact Sauce is earnin, with more niggas than Mark Furman Ya never learnin learnin, never been so determined Not to be concerned with ya sermon, wheels of fortune still turnin Still street caviar remains untouched For Sauce Money cheeseburger deluxe Screamin what's the croc's fienin, dough we rake off While you hailin for cabs we, taxi for take-off Fake crews and units is dubbin Get ya whole clan wiped out, no scrubbin For the description given, chapstick flappin Pistol-whippin nigga rappin, sell arms to keep em clappin Gungho chicks squeeze for me, crazy G's for me To see cheese come easily for me In the same arenas, ain't gotta state his name, you seen us Few bundles of dope never came between us Sippin on Bay Breeze's, now we higher than Venus Comparin thumbs, tryin to see who's the greenest High strung, no relief pitcher off my tounge Ace of the staff, Sauce back-to-back Cy Young Now when we bless this, with precise shit that we suffice with, we keep your mentals lit [repeat x3] In the club lit, listen to all my niggas hit Bitches love me for this disrespectful shit Fuck em, the only thing I'm with is large amounts, clear Money the only thing that counts here By any means like Malcolm X marks the spot, you know the outcome Income, never outdone Rap star, hit the stage dipped in tar Other crews muerto, can't fuck with this concierto Too fecicous so I drop new releases til your crew deceases Screw your pieces, fuck your thesis Fuck your speeches and fuck your beef Cos when my crew aim, do more than brush your teeth It'll split your shit, when it hit your shit If you don't want your shit hit, don't forget your shit We don't spar, we aimin all niggas to Allah When it's spent and to the nazarine if ya 85 Percent Do what I gotta, straight shot of Jack Amareddo colada for my bitch in the back Never bluffin, never rap for nothin Rap flow, don't love it, sincerely yours, Sauce motherfuck it Other Soul in the Hole Soundtrack lyrics: Score lyrics Diesel lyrics Ride lyrics You Ain't a Killer lyrics Los Angeles Times lyrics Main Aim lyrics Rare Species (Modus Operandi) lyrics High Expectations lyrics A Child Is Born lyrics Won on Won lyrics Soul in the Hole lyrics Visions of Blur lyrics Late Night Action lyrics Your Life lyrics |