homey I miss you (I miss you)i miss you (I miss you)i really miss my homies (I miss you)i miss you (I miss you)(ohh ohh) I miss you(ohh ohh) I'm prayin
life sentence Bare witness cuz I don't play no kind of games wit 'em I hit 'em like automatic trigger-play (Blah..blah..) I keep 'em runnin, niggas bustin
up another clip [VERSE 3: Ganxsta R?dd] I said I was loced to that posse I smoked I told a riddle, they thought it was a new joke Rap fiend, I'm a killin
fits, makin' it with a long kiss Make her jam meet these fists, she f'ed with the wrong chick Astonished, you want this, I promise I won't miss And I get Miss
I know Three of his niggas got life, he use to roll with And told 'em I bodied an upcoming basketball star Once I heard that, I fell out the cop car,
kill it I fuck your pussy so hard I make ya momma feel it [Mac] Now where the gimps, I slam em like Shawn Kemp I guess I'm a born pimp cause I never
cup of that purple love I just can't get enough plus I gotta dime yella sittin on my leather doin what I tell her 'cause I'm a pimp tight fella flippin
...crud love baby.. Verse 1: (Ruk) <a href="http://www.testimania.com/">Testi Canzoni</a> Aiyo, I zone out feelin' like I'm in Capone's
befo (Big boy) cuz shes just standin ther as if I'm shootin free throws (Big boy) I said excuse me miss I only wanna buy shoes (Big boy) she said I love
big nigga! Do it big nigga! Do it big nigga! Stupid ass nigga [Chorus: Magic] Repeat 2x I smoke (Yea!), I drank (Yea!) I'm supposed to stop but I
find 'em [Ghostface Killah] Excuse me, Miss, no I ain't havin' it I smacked him with the four pound, bitch hit the ground Then I stepped off, dropped
know I think she's ready To climb into the ring and do it all once more Does it hurt when I do this Can you laugh when I go like this All right keep
stacks cuz them niggas be trippin' on gats where I'm at Strapped with a infrared pump I'm not Kris Kross but I make em jump nigga front and turn watch
up in cement I know the art of busism I can hear the chop with the cop tells diss em Dismiss them, piss them, no one'll miss em I got styles and mad files
all? Now all I can talk about is what I know And all I know about is what I witness What I witness is what I see Me, way below status quo cuz I'm a negro
ass nigga, that I really don't bar That's why I'm grabbing a Mack, letting off shots through your car Who I are, Lil Beezie fa sheezie I leave em greasy
Perrignon, don't answer the phone I got servants to do it, cause I'm king of the throne Rap titles I take, MC's I shake Never play when I'm ryhmin, there
