be Bindin' for findin' that forever free Naturally, actually, I master me crastically The raspy raps, jump through trees and traps You don't beleive me
re gonna have fun, did you expect to see The number one master of the ceremony? Don't care if you ( ? ) Don't care if you're 10, 20 years old But when
Uncle Fester All dressed up in polyester Welcome to McDonalds may I please help you? [Mack 10] Yeah you can help me punk Give me all of the money, or
up so they signed me to fix shit When beef come I'm never tryna find me a biscuit Late night I'm never tryna find me a quick trick Call me I'll tell
and tango, eyes red low and mellow My squint look Tokyo, movin ill slow My toned rebel, accented like Rachel, voice nasal Now fix my levels, adjust me
One Be Lo) The way she walks with me (It must be true love) The way she talks to me (It must be true love) The way she looks at me (It must be true love
I started this shit At 14 years old I was goin gold While I was on tour, you was tourin the hoe stroll Suckin dicks and turnin tricks to get a quick fix
rebel I want it all So me and my mama can ball The only one that pushed me up, in my downfall And my pop, been in pennitentaries 10 wasted years My mama
me like he didn't know I existed. So I tried to fix it and always visit him and prayed. That there would be one day he would call me Jonathan, instead
? [Bizzy Bone] Me killa with a street sweaper, when I reap and put in much work much dirt, Puttin' the bullets in the turrets and umm.. wit' a me Tech
s heart problem's complicating So the FCC won't let me leave, or let me be me so watch me flee They tried to shut me down on EmTV, but it feels so empty
Yo check it Hey yo the disk in We sittin I'm listenin We listenin The disk out at 6-10 We dip out After a 14 year oldie A shorty appoarched me With gold
me. Suffer little children to come unto me. Suffer little children to come unto me. Suffer little children to come unto me. * In your refusal to act
fucked up so they signed me to fix shit When beef come I'm never tryna find me a biscuit Late night I'm never tryna find me a quick trick Call me I'll
me Momma won't you stay hear with me Promised you would never leave Stay with me Oh won't you stay here with me Momma hold my hand and stay with me Years
[Verse: Bishop Brigante] It`s Fucking Losers Like You, That Make Me Do What I Do Make Me Hate Where I`m From, You As Fake As They Come Everybody Got Guns
hit the table leaving me with 7 years My history was shit so I could'nt shed a tear My future was a wall, surrounded by a cage Them laws got me locked
killed, caps got peeled and I still got guilt. He assured me, I was hot- she had put 'em on me Swore to Jesus' Tears that he was here to warn me. Normally