paroles de chanson Losing Weight Part 2 - Juelz Santana , Cam'ron
Ayyo,
fuck
losing
weight
I'm
back
on
these
highways
moving
cakes
Life's
based
upon
what
I'ma
do
today
Cop
a
car,
new
estate
Na,
fuck
it
get
the
beef
and
rocks
blue
and
grey
Baby
do
the
date
I
got
ta
move
an
eighth
Fuck
the
scrutiny
Y'all
niggas
screwin
me
Killa
never
let
the
drama
slide
Y'all
gone
hear
a
nigga
momma
die
Yell
out
homicide
18
Months
please,
that
ain't
facing
time
I'm
stressed
anyway,
need
it
for
vacation
time
I'ma
do
the
right
thing
though,
take
shock
anyway
6 Months
right
back
on
the
damn
block
anyway
But
look,
money
from
across
the
street
Think
its
sweet,
think
you
get
money
across
the
street
Me
and
my
peeps
often
meet
At
5-0
they
work
for
us,
walk
the
beef
Walk
with
heat
cause
talk
is
cheap
So
dunn
stay
silent
Revolvers,
Automatics,
guns
stay
silent
When
it
comes
to
beef
it
becomes
a
talent
Remember
me,
ODB,
I'm
the
one
from
falice
Digital
ten,
shit
get
critical
friend
I
got
800
invisible
men
That
mean
it
could
be
the
bankman
Person
at
the
gas
station
filling
up
your
tank,
fam
Lady
at
the
front
stand
Or
rap
poison
your
relish
right
in
the
center
babe
Pictures
of
renegades,
she'll
piss
in
your
lemonade
And
y'all
dead
now
That
you
can
bet
now
Do
like
a
toaster
put
your
bread
down
Upset
now,
hate
when
I
gotta
rep
clowns
blow
Tech
rounds
In
a
collision,
I
see
their
ambition
But
they
don't
know
them
days
when
I
was
stooped
up
in
prison
Or
all
them
hot
summers
when
I
was
cooped
up
in
the
kitchen
When
it
came
to
grams
it
was
90
I
fried
350
On
the
stove
and
its
90
outside
I'ma
get
this
girl
that
be
stuff
in
my
bricks
Felt
life
cheated
her,
she
be
cuttin
her
wrists
Her
mom
died,
heroin
overdose
stuffed
her
wrist
Father
fuckin
her,
older
man
fuckin
her
sis
But
love
my
music,
say
I
do
nothing
but
hits
She'll
do
anything
for
me,
nothing
but
hits
Cause
when
she
needed
help
I
got
her
nothing
but
fixed
Needed
coke,
needed
dope,
ya
I
gave
her
a
fix
So
she
went
across
the
street,
gave
him
a
kiss
Stuck
her
toungue
out,
flirted,
played
with
his
dick
You
know
Cam,
he
said
"yeah,
don't
play
with
his
chips"
Stood
back,
blazed
the
6,
amazin
and
shit
Killa,
Killa,
Dip
Set
nigga
Fuck
losing
weight
We
back
on
these
highways
moving
cakes
Life's
based
upon
what
I'ma
do
today
I
think
my
moms
moving
away
Yeah,
I
think
I'ma
cop
me
that
new
estate
Baby
do
the
date
I
got
to
move
an
eighth
Fuck
the
scrutiny
Y'all
niggas
screwin
me
Juelz
never
let
the
cops
get
me
On
the
block
til
the
shots
hit
me
Until
the
shots
get
me
Niggas
wanna
know
why
I'm
so
nice
when
it
come
to
spittin
That
fire
Its
real
dog,
I
live
in
the
fire
Used
to
being
in
the
streets
homie,
in
the
mists
of
the
Fire
Break
works
put
it
in
pots,
sit
it
in
fire
Quick
to
grab
the
5th
and
just
fire
Try
to
peel
off,
I'm
hittin
your
tire
Hittin
your
door
while
your
cars
spinnin
hittin
the
wall
That's
just
the
beginning
of
war
I
let
you
know
you
dealing
with
dogs
My
villians
will
finish
you
off
Head
in
your
chest
brain
Dead
on
the
van
on
the
express
way
While
I
got
my
hand
in
the
Tech
wave
Niggas
like
"fuck,
is
he
stupid?"
Cops
wanna
cuff
me,
do
it
You
wanna
be
a
hero,
snuff
me,
do
it,
rush
me,
do
it
Shit,
like
I
ain't
been
through
the
scars
and
bruises
Like
I
ain't
been
through
the
bars,
seen
the
sargaent
trooper
Look
at
my
body,
I
lost
so
much
weight
Cops
raiding
my
spot,
I
done
lost
so
much
weight
I'm
tellin
papi
front
me
a
brick,
let
me
owe
that
cake
He
tellin
me,
he
ain't
got
but
so
much
weight
He
been
waiting
for
his
connection
to
come
I'm
like
"at
least
give
me
a
half,
I'll
confess
and
Stretch
it
to
one"
I'm
on
the
block
as
usual
With
that
block
that
you
chop
and
the
rocks
as
usual
Watching
for
the
cops
that's
moving
through
Me
and
my
soldiers
know
the
rules
We
use
cakes
to
get
by,
by
the
dudes
in
blue
Keep
your
mouth
locked,
screwed
and
glued
Or
shots
from
the
roof
duke
will
circle
round
your
body
Like
hoola-hoops
Mami
told
me
son,
hold
your
own
And
one
day
your
gone
grow
to
be
a
rolling
stone
And
I
believed
her
Juelz
never
let
the
cops
get
me
On
the
block
til
the
shots
hit
me
Ayyo,
fuck
losing
weight
I'm
back
on
these
highways
moving
cakes
Life's
based
upon
what
I'ma
do
today
Cop
a
car,
new
estate
Na,
fuck
it
get
the
beef
and
rocks
blue
and
grey
Baby
do
the
date
I
got
ta
move
an
eighth
Fuck
the
scrutiny
Y'all
niggas
screwin
me
Killa
never
let
the
drama
slide
Y'all
gone
hear
a
nigga
momma
die
Yell
out
homicide
Fuck
losing
weight
We
back
on
these
highways
moving
cakes
Life's
based
upon
what
I'ma
do
today
I
think
my
moms
moving
away
Yeah,
I
think
I'ma
cop
me
that
new
estate
Baby
do
the
date
I
got
to
move
an
eighth
Fuck
the
scrutiny
Y'all
niggas
screwin
me
Juelz
never
let
the
cops
get
me
On
the
block
til
the
shots
hit
me
Until
the
shots
get
me
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