don't know what you're doing You don't know who you're messing with Me and my boys We run this town Me and my boys We run this town Me and my boys We
get it through your head, you're fucking crazy I don't need a friend, I need an enemy What you see is what you get, what you get is full of shit A cigarette
This is the end, this is the moment when I see Why I'm grateful of your presence here with me This is the end, of my time here but forever I will
Do you want to be my secret, a cloak and dagger man? Or my infatuation gone bad? I'll be the kid who felt awkward in my own shoes, You be the girl
It's all or nothing, I've made my bed Now I have to lay in it All for one seems like every man for himself It's now or never I'm finding out These
knows what your name is (Bad Azz is a fool) [Verse 1] I'm a product of the block selling crumbs off this fifty dollar rock and my house is the dope
D like Eric Hippo Sick son of a bitch Robbin a nigga in his pinto Got my gun on my hip Sum in the clip one in the chamber Its danger Fuckin with
the light You're provin em right by suckin the pipe, stereotype Media hype is killing me Why must my brothers steal from me? Woman is queen, she feeds
a mean machine, I'm the kind you don't wanna meet My middle name is trouble, I'm a danger in the street My motor's in overdrive, my pedal's to the floor
bass drop My shit is quakin got my rearview vibratin Pulled up next to my gran momma at the red light got her wig shakin Seeing purple is what I'm tasting
my case - all except two. It was my 14th birthday, the day that changed my life forever. My brother Michael, the one person who was my guiding light, my friend, my
the part of Billy the Bird is played by a flute, like this... The part of Bruce the Duck is played by an oboe... Louie the Cat is a clarinet. All
epitome, of stupidity -- livin my life expressin my liberty, it gotta be done properly My name is in the middle of e-Kweli-ty People follow me and other
call me on my ceelier (Cellular) (What) Celebrate and pop the Don-P (Beep) That's Re that drop the bomb beats (Uh, uh) Middle name's Rabbits Stuntin' hard naw that's my
B.C. My niggaz love the stellas, cold-hearted killers Real cap pealers, real niggaz feel us Ain't no squealers, a lot of dope dealers Bang diggy dang dang
mach nine valentine aint for everybody, but i will say this to yall that used your fifteen of fame, to mention my name, that sixteenth minute regret is