wise (we are wise) We know that place (yeah, yeah) Always tomorrow Lean on me Can you hear me now? 2-4 Family! Lean on me Uh, depend on me Jazz: I thought
all have sorrows, but if we are wise We know that there's always tomorrow Lean on me (can you hear me now) 2-4 Family Lean on me (depend on me) I thought
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me I'm giving you the west side story Of the A, where I stay and niggaz stay down for me You want to play? Have you gay niggaz lay down for me And get
eye on the little flashing red light A Picasso face twisted and listing down the canvas Of the end of an endless night 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
awkward With a zip lock on a pill hole Bitter fucker Nothing is free I'll spend my last dollar on me Put one up for my family a?? should have made time
sit on gray me and Ron C blow on hay I'm playa made on razorblades all my clothes are tailor-made I pour a 4 in Gatorade watch me lean in the shade I
braids like Stevie Wonder Get my sag on, my momma get her dag on Freeze my khaki's up and I'm gone You can stare all day but just don't step on my Blue
on In the club man on, freak gettin her jam on Hands on trying to put her hands on the ice Cause it's Saw part 4 dog, big enough to stand on (Talk 2 Em
hidin days And now dey wanna put a child on child support I'm finally turning 21, now I'm back in court I gotta hook up on dat lean, now I'm stackin
and keep on [Hook - 2x] Keep on, and I won't stop Fuck with me, I promise I'ma make your breathing stop I keep on, with my glock cocked Living on the
motherfucking Mo City Don And it go down [Hook:] Southside, we bomb first when we ride Swanging on elbows, chopping on choppers that's right Cause we real, on
me I take it seriously, and keep my eyes on my motherfucking enemies [Geurilla Maab] Got to keep my distance g, cause i know they plotting on me To set me
you see that nigga 4-*machine gun shooting* Yeah Ohhhh! I ride on my enemies-I ride on my enemies it's time to ride on my enemies I ride on my enemies
a job, and probation be leaning on him Three strikes, and he heated to live in the penitentiary Believe me it get lonely, to niggaz without a family He
speak of cousin Ricky it brings tears to my eyes See, my family got a history of hustlers Lil' brother, big brother, mother to grandmother Its tradition [Chorus] [Verse 2
a gangsta lean (Talk about the gangsta lean) You make a nigga have a gangsta lean (Talk about the gangsta lean) Make a nigga have a gangsta leeean (Talk
eye on the little flashing red light A picasso face twisted and listing down the canvas Of the end of an endless night 10 9 8 seven six 5 4 three 2
