my 6' Hockey players pagin' me to practice on my wrist 20 inch chocko treads so my whip don't slip Pullin' up, bringin' joy like my nigga Baugette If I go on
tell a friend I been a waitin' for a while as you all know And now I'm back on the mic doggin' the show I got platinum 'round my neck, that will never
your adams apple out through your mouth Better call the fire department I've hired a arson To set fire to carpet And burn up your entire apartment I
, sound off, sound off, hut I put my money on my clique, hot shit Coming out the barrel of my fifth I got a raw flow and I stay hungry more so Guess
poor white trash I take forty-seven weeks of vacation a year If people piss me off I can make 'em disappear Every time I sneeze I get a feature on the
practice on my wrist 20 inch Aqua treads so my whip don't slip Pullin' up bringin joy (Joi) like my nigga Big Gipp If I go on a rampage then watch my
s on yo mind Chorus: Tell me, tell me, what's on yo mind? (2X) (What's on my mind, what's on my mind, Was it the chrome, too ??? the crime?) [Bootleg
s on yo mind Chorus: tell me, tell me, what's on yo mind? (2x) (what's on my mind, what's on my mind, Was it the chrome, too ? ? ? the crime? ) [bootleg
Amos Hart] And i believed that cheap little tramp. She's too smart on me, huh? And i protected her... I'm on the garage with my butt 14 hours a day.
my heart for you [13:35.20]cause I'm lonely, feelin' blue [13:38.20]I know that I'll never die on love [13:44.15]But I'll never get enough [
hip-hop plus glocks = Scott La Rock, Tupac and Biggie Smalls I figure y'all niggaz brawl for lack of protocol Now I'm gonna take matters into my own
Cause hip-hop plus glocks = scott la rock, tupac and biggie smalls I figure y'all niggaz brawl for lack of protocol Now I'm gonna take matters into my
sound off, sound off... HUT! I put my money on my clique, hot shit Coming out the barrel of my fifth [Joell Ortiz:] I got a raw flow, and I stay hungry
fire burns inside My curiousity leads me to Zion Listen carefully I dont have much time left There are so many things i want to tell you But we gotta be careful I
that I got is my heart, is my soul! I can lose all my money and I can lose all my gold, but I'll never lose my heart. Never lose my soul. That's why
your adams apple out through your mouth Better call the fire department I've hired a arson To set fire to carpet And burn up your entire apartment I'