soul. shes in a coma hanging on, but she dosent wana go. because shes a star out here, and yeah shes on her own. everybody's praying for her, she aint on
you done was with toy figures Your mama wouldn't let you hang With real g niggaz Bring your clique on You wanna scrap So let's get it on (bullets for
toy figures Your mama wouldn't let you hang With real g niggaz Bring your clique on You wanna scrap So let's get it on (bullets for some chingazos,
the worst you can level at me Coz I`m old huh? Past my prime If you can`t do the time, then don`t do the crime Bring on the drag queen, bitch This
today I see you posing with the Dr King hanging on your wall Only difference is Chuck might give you that call To march on Friday, yeah, it's kind of
every other song or just every other day What I?m speakin? on now is the raps about the women folks On one song she?s your African Queen on the next
on my bones, calling Brooklyn home Hang up on niggas like, ?I want you to meet my nigga tone, word? Leave me alone like Michael Jackson Or there will
with you for sheezy [Z-Ro:] Whenever you need to shed tears, let em fall on me Don't ever be afraid, to call on me This the way your man leave you hanging
Yo I love them kids, they love they pops Yo pun, pick me up, come to queens with us You know you came up, what what makin it happen from rappin on the
I'm a G, I'm a G Now guess who stepped through the motherfucking door Boys Militainment and that boy N.O. Phantom windows down so the wind gone blow On that hang hang
is this the end of the Starks regime? Let me find out somebody on my ground, yo is pounding my queen Yo, I'ma kill ya, hold on cuz Baby, let me explain
, yo, come on Yeah, check-check-check-check me out Check-check-checkin' me out, come on Take-take-take-takin' me out, whose take-take-takin' me out Come on
on, let's go [Ghostface Killah] Goose over ice cubes, pass the O.J. Two light skinned wizzes, want Ghost, on both ways Come here, sit on my lap, it's
Indecent, heathen, juvenile delinquent His weekends was frequently, locked inside the precinct His most recent cape for catchin papes Was snatchin up snakes on a roof butt-naked hang
, I belong in the ficture Very necessary that my robes is furry Picture me, in the King's chair blowin' on bark Before queens holding toothbrushes, scrubbin
yappin' when there's always somethin' funny The realest niggaz never took nuthin' from me Rock ice, stay jig, fuck with niggaz that got drunk And hate kids got niggaz on
snaps I'm on point like Al Sharpton, come peep the M.U. marksman The S-Class is shittin' on your weak Datsun Graffiti written on the Bible, my life