never never learn Still like a child Drawn to touch the flame Never mind, I would tell you Never know why I do Passion will rise above all wisdom Still
! who made who? cause you probably got a little bit of hobbit in you yeah ask yourself who made who? I bet you got a little bit of hobbit in you yes ask
but don't let that negative vibe right there mislead you I'm humble, a fuckin Killa Bee, far from bumble I sting you *BZZZT* and I bring you Thirty-six
face, mirror screamed ugly Said you ain?t gotta like me but you?ll learn to love me I am the company that will forever keep you The only existence that you
but tonight I am thinking about making my way back. I may find you there & float on wherever the river may take me. Wherever the river may take me. Wherever
all over me I'm begging you red rain coming down red rain coming down red rain coming down red rain coming down over me in the red red sea over me over me
put you in the dirt still breathin Perfection, gold mic touch, dunn, I'm blessin Flames lick the flesh, shot at some of the best When delf play me at
me I'm begging you Red rain coming down Red rain coming down Red rain coming down Red rain coming down Over me in the red red sea Over me Over me Red
Sing Sing - you just love to sting How you a thug nigga - and you scared of the bing? I'ma tell y'all niggas one thing (Ya heard me?) You was hot 'til
[Chorus: Tajai] Touched insane deranged and such But my mind still thinks in the clutch You run up you get, touched Molested marauded messed with I'm
Bangin' Billy Cook Superstar, and I'm standing strong AC blowing cold, when you see me slabbed down Guerilla Maab and Billy Cook, well watch so loud See me
ride You gettin jealous? You shouldn't be jealous Let me ask the fellas - hey fellas why is he jealous, jockin me and my fly ride? You really really really wanna get inside You
bluff! Nigga you ain't a same sting! You can't even touch Yuk! 50 smart - if you wanna to he can find you, He can touch you - and a broke niggas behind
hville It's suicide, bustin as me is like bustin at you in that, situation who would ride? You if you stupid thug, so if you get shot dead I hope that
shirt It's been one week since you looked at me Threw your arms in the air and said, "You're crazy" Five days since you tackled me I've still got the
to Cashville It's suicide, bustin' as me is like Bustin' at you in that, situation who would ride? You if you stupid thug, so if you get shot dead I
by Before you fuck up my high Before you fuck up my high Before you fuck up my high Before you fuck up my high If you see me in the NYC Just walk on