And when you stand before The candles on a cake. Oh let me be the one to hear The silent wish you make. Those tomorrows waiting deep in your eyes In the world
my joint See the party can't last with the glass on the vineyard So I put some yellow liquid and some dump on the menu One two, to the like one two,
line can block me Can I Live, or do I gatta bring it to these kids Can I Live, if I don't live nobody lives Verse Two: Styles Time is money, money is
We gon' take this all around the world Yo, I'm 'bout ready to put y'all up on something else, man (Whatcha gon' put us up on, man?) Yo, this part two
Black rob, BR Black rob, BR I am about to set the record straight (the world's famous) Its 99 man time to let them know man Verse One: Yo aiyo yo
folks spoke clear, rims pope with the glitter Y'all better get ready is not a joke this year When they miss me, 'cause what I bake make cornbread taste like cake Icecream-cake
a mouth that ain't got teeth yet How the hell am I gonna show a child to be a man When I'm twenty-two without a clue on how to take a stand Against this
out there somewhere And your feet can only walk down two kinds of roads Your eyes can only look through two kinds of windows Your nose can only smell two
lil' sucka nigga, fallin' back Layin' stiffer than frozen food Two stop me means you have to SHOOT ME! Get cake and a bag of GROUPIES! Watch niggaz acknowledge
I'm back up in the hustle Sometimes I sit and I wonder If a nigga pull my number If it wasn't for the Bone Thug fam' In this world where nobody don't
m back up in the hustle Sometimes I sit and I wonder If a nigga pull my number If it wasn't for the Bone Thug fam' In this world where nobody don't give
this-together diner". Yeah, the pea soup was fine, The corn cob on time, The chili dogs even finer. The real reason was that Wendy was working counter. Those two
gangstas, and dogs I ain't mad at you player, play on [Verse Two] Now hear me holla out GANGSTA, GANGSTA PAPER CHASER - I love the cake And petit mamis
against his religion, he'd rather his lord take him Through stroke number two and start withering his flesh Then lay the emaciated world ware two veteran
the Puerto Ricans Deep in the street Thugs carrying heat The rest of the projects surrounded with gates Middle class families are moving upstate While the younger generation selling cake
W.T.C. (Spit That G) Say Spit That G (Spit That G) Say Spit That G (Spit That G) More sex and money make the world go round Dumb Diddy snatch ya chick
you pussy a Hermaphrodite is a men's world but if is drama you girl up when ice cube was Jerry curled up rap was my hole world until rap started fucking my world
five years When them fake niggas left me, you stayed When them jakes tried to arrest me, I only got away cause you sprayed Top of the world, just us two