should be How can I find a way to make 'em see It's the same old talk sos It's the same old talk sos It's the same old talk sos It's the same old talk
a kitty cat, so fuck that shit he spat my city's phat, it's a pity that the nga won't admit hes wack where's his titties at, cause that's what bitches
MC's are screamin', "No mo' shoutouts" through nine innin's I'm drama, like two baby mommas and one pendin' This here rapper split up your vest, cause the shit
a spot So grab a nigga dick bitch drop it like its hot The same old nigga off them up-town blocks I came around your corner and I shit your spot It's (?)
Each stab of bayonet is God's word. Each crash of steel is God's word. Each torn limb and splash of blood is God's word. For he so loved the world he
That chrome shit HUH? Seventeen inch shit Twenty inch shit Twenty-two inch shit Fuck that shit, let the shit glisten Let the shit GLISTEN Let the shit
9-8 Ruff Ryder's, motherfucker Y'all niggaz don't know, how it's gonna go, For real (uhh!) "It's Dark and Hell is Hot" Y-O Motherfucker School Street
(feat. Ice Cube) California ain't a state it's an army [Verse 1:] One motherfucker in the projects killin The same motherfucker that'll burn down the
the game or end up back up off my shit again It's kind of easy how we make your choice We go to ghetto tactic labratorites providing ? Well anyways that's
things change with time Magic sittin back lookin like eighty nine All the homies on the southside up in the Ritz Tuesday night, the Velvet Room same shit
naked truth, call me Promoe Perkins A swedish psycho, travelling businessclass to Norway, Bergen Setting off fire-alarms, microphones I'm burning Fucking shit up like Norwegians in S
t endure to save me Why did I let this stripper burn me on the arm with a cigarette In the same spot 10 times in a row when I felt that burn upon the
Ha-Ha, ain't no secret Much love to my sister Tamyra It's all good, Lil' Ya and his children Tec and his kid's kid's kid's
no names Say cocaine, and watch boys say Lil' O Got whatever hustlers need, from a brick to a O I do my bidness old school, man you get it and go Jackers
see if my specs be placed properly This rabbit's hoppin' on top of me My 'S', I grab it, Siah's once again official Nobody's stoppin' me but then the
the ATF down, 52 days, they Nicorette style They got the sharpshooters out, on the project roof It's 12 o'clock noon, the old lady yelled, "Don't shoot
