all] My posse [all] My posse (Posse's gettin big and my posse's gettin bigger) [all] My posse [all] My posse (Posse's gettin big) (Jealous posses on my tip) (Posse
lose i guess you draw I had to leave i guess you had to stay Don't come looking babe 'cause if you look too hard I might just look away You may see me when i
you need. You walked away, You stole my life, Just to find what your looking for. But no matter how I try, I can't hate you anymore. ...I can't hate you
Tears fill up my eyes I'm washed away with sorrow And somewhere in my mind I know there's no tomorrow I see that you're leaving soon I guess you've
I am out of my own where. And there is absolutely no way that I did this on my own. Insecurities found a new home. And from the moment I let you in
sound! [Verse 3: JT Money] In this type of M-U-S-I-C I know I'm braggin', but I'm the best I see I seen professionals, but I'm the better master Who
shit gets thick My brain flips, I start thinkin like a lunatic I rip shit, came equipped with a bigger crew I thought these niggaz knew, I'm a crooked
what I'm sayin'? My man Cool C about to get on the mic and bust a cold stupid rhyme, sayin' it just to get paid. So, yo Cool... Bust it... [Verse 2] [Cool C] Cool C, I
some loony lines on the mic I never argue or holler, never fussin' or cussin' The music stays dustin'...while I'm crushin' and bussin' [Verse 2] [Cool C] Cool C, I'm not here to play I
, get your motherfuckin? girl made up, check into the club, get a play?da, say?dem up, what, I spank god, take you to the hoop, I get you fuckin? laid
the kitchen I'm in there, I'm movin quiet as fuck Hammer's back on my Magnum cause I'm pressin my luck It's just a burglary, man, you know, I'm doin
c I'm not weak or soft like a geek I'm a mack to the world as if I was Goldie Brothers need to know exactly where I'm comin from I knock a nigga out the box like a
, hear what I'm sayin? I'm not givin an order, but you're obeyin Yeah, I'm born in Brooklyn and moved to Cali I wear my Filas cause I don't like Bally
a drum roll Holla at Skillz about a purchase Your writing's worthless, recycling wack verses And that shit is unoriginal and sloppy But what do I expect from a
'inculate... Restano le cicatrici, ma restano anche i miei amici, restano le cicatrici, ma restano anche i miei amici, me & my homiez! Purtroppo amici qua ce ne sono pochi, i
finito sto qui a.c.i.d. mc sound of decay my shit! rit: A.C.I.D. la mia ro-ba ti porta via A.C.I.D. la mia ro-ba ti porta via E' una freccia scoccata
jails I can still do my job even though I've killed all my brain cells With the ciga-weed sticks before I write all my songs During a 60 minute hit with a
che sboccia a primavera E i colori che vedo All'improvviso diventano chiari Perche I love you, Angel my love,Angel And I want you, Angle my love, Angel (Grazie a