That shit wild mane, that shit fucked up mane Hoes don?t give a fuck about a nigga mane Its like when u go down here mane You a slave mane, a modern day
fuck the whole clique She a freaky sneaky kinky porny movie type bitch Say her man gone from the home left her all alone Told me bring a pack a rubbers
line that im speakin make a bitch nigga mad Even your own nigga tellin me theres hoe in your blood You not a full time hustla you a wanna be thug Keep
A Whole Lotta Mouth, Tell Em Igint Now, Known To Knock A Nigga Out [Chorus:] If A Hater Push Me Then He Get Pushed Back If A Hater Trap Me, Then He Get
Nigga Be A Man You Gotta Stay Focused To Survive In The Game Don't Never Let A Nigga Score Points Off Your Name An Fuck These Hoes Prot The Hoes Wit A
Prost! Prost! Bo sagt: Prost! Prost! Buddy sagt: Prost! Prost! Philipp sagt: Prost! Alle machen mit und sagen: Prost! Prost! Bo sagt: Prost! Prost! Buddy sagt: Prost! Prost
a cell For poor old barry prossit This one had just been hell The screws went in with batons out And took this young mans life They left behind a family A
no one will ever feel like this again And if I could move I'm sure it would only be to crawl back to you I must have dragged my guts a block... they were
re just a hump full of nothin' Yeah, you got a nice shape But your brain is the size of a grape Behind every strong man there's a strong woman But you
remember me Dipped in gold label as a statue of Black liberty Rap warrior who didn't leave his life alone A beat, a style, and a microphone Hip-hop: the
condition Type shit that you bump when you be out on a mission Bendin city blocks in a Range or Expedition, or whatever you're pushin If you're trekin get a
theses niaises et biaisees Qui les ramenent six sept ans avant la sixieme Ou les gosses apprennent, a la Claire Fontaine A la claire fontaine comme a
dit jadis a dix de mes disciples L'esprit de 68 aujourd'hui se dissipe On jette l'eponge, tandis qu'ils lancaient des paves La chanson engagee laisse place a
Je voulais a l'epoque etre au top, dans l'art du baby-foot Faisais des demis quand les pros, les betes excellaient dans leur shoot Ils buvaient un
a tourist, World at my feet. Across hither and dither and hither and dither and hither and dither wont fall off my seat. I've a camera, Keep my photos in a
of the book in my lap The snow makes me drowsy... while the dreams roll and tumble... It's a long way to Texas... it's a long way back home It's a three
Money and grands you better watch the quick hand Your money can drop like it was fertile quicksand You seein a man who had a choice with a voice Be speakin
