Ana Make Da World

Lyrics

[Intro: Mr. Tinimaine] Anna make this world go 'round Anna make this world go 'round Anna make this world go 'round Anna make this world go 'round Anna make this world go 'round Anna make this world go 'round Anna make this world go 'round Anna make this w- [Verse 1: Tinimaine] My nigs What's up thugs? Giving me hugs Shaking then breaking the law when I'm coming up You niggas got me so damn fucked up I shake with my Glock on my side Jump in the ride, take the mask off of my face Light up the blunt, then I ash it to take all my pain away after we raided the place (?) Splurgin' to you niggas that didn't help me, I might take your life Never had a father figure, bigger niggas turned me out Hustlin' since thе age of twelve, 'bout timе I made it in the house Anna started with these motherfuckers back in '94 Made a (?) never leavin' home without my strap Shootin' it up in the air, down on the street, I'm on the ground, you see? Lookin' for a pistol, but nobody didn't want to help me, G Bailed up out the cut, which was good, 'cause I to think Kill these motherfuckers before these niggas make my battleship sink (?) the world with my eyes closed, better yet a blindfold Tinimaine has took control, lay yo bitch ass on the floor Anna make the world go 'round, (?) niggas where I'm found Sorry jealous bitches, you can't step or you might just get drowned Visions in my sleep, pray the lord my soul to keep It's my handle that rocks the cradle when I buck these motherfuckers creepin' [Hook: Mr. Tinimaine] Anna make this world go 'round Anna make this world go 'round Anna make this world go 'round Anna make this world go 'round Anna make this world go 'round Anna make this world go 'round Anna make this world go 'round Anna make this world go 'round [Verse 2: DJ Zirk] Hypnotized by them voices in my head A picture painted red, 'cause anna got em scared Open up your eyes, realize the dope is calling me Ain't no shame in my game, pushing the gats of hollow, G Niggas wanna trip, lemme slip into that mask Living like a fuck-up makes me wanna snatch that ass Ain't no killer, studio niggas, back up off this pimpin', ho Reaching for that .44, mo murder, mo murder My vision gets blurry cause my soul just won't sleep Open up your eyes, hypnotized by that killer in me Dawg it ain't no thang to pop a bitch with the quickness Leave no fucking witness, that mask, who is it? My back's up against the wall in this rap shit, ain't no friends Ain't no killers in the cut, toe to toe, you gots no end But still you on my dick, talking shit up on your tape That makes you a studio nigga, fake ass (?) shit straight Anna make the world go 'round for ya hoes Too much jealousy in this rap shit, 'bout to blow But leave these fake ass niggas in these fake ass hoods, where they at Still I'm trill and real rapping on this real ass track Biatch! [Outro: Mr. Tinimaine] Anna make this world go 'round Anna make this world go 'round Anna make this world go 'round Anna make this world go 'round Anna make this world go 'round Anna make this world go 'round Anna make this world go 'round Anna make this world go 'round