She's my time machine She's my rollin' memory She's my family And I love her so She knows my secrets well But her back seat won't ever tell She's no
't play B-17 It was our song, it was his song, but it's over Please, mister please, if you know what I mean I don't ever wanna hear that song again If
't play B-17 It was our song, it was his song but it's over Please, mister, please, if you know what I mean I don't ever wanna hear that song again If
I've been a dog ever since I was young I saw The Mack and got all so sprung I couldn't help it, I had to be just like that With a stable of hoe's and
17 years old, bold, tryin' to get my slang on Broke as a joke, uh, tryin' my best to hang on And if I don't, I'll be a failure And I'll tell ya, I ain
lost touch By 16, I'd linked up with Ghetts again Rolling with The Movement And started doing sets for them Mercston, Scorcher, Unique and Wretch and 'em 2006, I was 17
' on my sleeve I don't wanna, but I gotta stay These drugs really got ahold of me 'Cause every time I try to tell them, "No" They won't let me ever let
the club gets sprayed Don't wanna let me in, because I'm wearin' my beeper And if you're sportin' gold, then you gotta be a dope dealer (I paid 17.50
me, I'm underground Here comes the rain and thunder now Nowhere to run, to run to now I'll disappear, you'll wonder how Lookin' for me, I'm underground Six semen samples, 17
, i pass by in it let em work on my switches. Now im gettin juice, pancakes droppin. Its the young Don in the way he stoppin. Never ever stop, i smoke
{That was the best fuckin' I ever had That's because you been dealin' with Dasheese You gotta leave? Where you goin' sugar? I got business to take care
trip 'cause I got primos in every fucking city man 15 I got more homeboys than you could ever imagine 16 To all you little shit talkin putos I'm not havin 17
background, put you to bed Says he's got brains, so I'm lookin' a head And I'm lookin' for bread, I gotta eat on these streets Shit 17-5 'bout to holla
to know all that but still runnin they trap Do the math, radio gets a 20 record a week stream But only three are ever seen What happens to the other 17
wasn't shit But you would always hold me and stand there by my side We were only 17 we'd be together till we died But then it all happened the ever
to sleep at night migraine headache Just like the exorsist my whole bed shakes What I'm tryin to do now is make the dead wake Real life psychopathic nuthin ever
on hold on hold on Down in Union Square I saw her walking all alone I walked a little slower just so I remain unknown She met someone on 17 think she
If i ever go away....... If i ever go..if i ever go... if i ever go... If i ever go away.... I want everybody that loves me to be... [Chorus] Ridin'