Not this time I’m not trying to be funny but I left it all at home today You can call me what you wanna I ain’t giving you a dollar This time I ain’t gonna run away You might knock me down, you might knock me down But I will get back up again This time I

Let it roll if we got the gas We let it rip when we got the money It gets wild yeah but that's the way we get down Little Jimmy Jackson is jackin' up his Bronco He's gonna lay a little rubber later on at the truck pull All the girls are getting' pretty

Say you're gonna spend it, say you're gonna spend it Say you're gonna spend it with me Tell me if you know the feeling You can't get no release All that love you were ready to blow On something you've never seen Tell me if you feel the pain Tell me if

You put some whiskey in the water Gonna run off with your daughter And if I make it to the border I'm gonna be alright I'm on the run the devil?s tryin? to get me Says I met him at a pawn shop down in Mississippi I was an angel lookin? for another face I

Saturday, Saturday, Saturday Don't give us none of your aggravation We had it with your discipline Saturday night's alright for fighting Get a little action in Get about as oiled as a diesel train Gonna set this dance alight `Cause Saturday night's the

Niggas know what I'm about out here I don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to You can run your mouth, I don't care But if you get too close, I'm gonna clap you It's too real out here to be scared A real nigga gonna do whatever he has to A man is

How quick are you gonna get up Slaughterhouse Presents, The Way It began "Let's see now First thing I can remember is an evening years back The four of us was together even then And from that time on, nothing was ever gonna be quite the same again Yeah,

And I thank my god Go 1, 2, 3, 4, Yeah yeah you gotta Stand tall and cut away the ties Drop Balls and hold that head up high The world is fast and youth ain't gonna wait So grab a hold before it gets to late Bare your soul and strip away the cold

Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we get high ‘Cause you never know when you're gonna go We just some motherfuckin' KIDS Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we sip scotch Like Sinatra, screamin', "Motherfuck the cops" It's that Young

Give me a ticket for an airplane My baby she wrote me a letter Oh ,the lonely days are gone I'll be right home She wrote me a letter Said she couldn't live with out me no more Listen to me mister I gotta get back to My baby once more