I'm sad I must fight to be lonely to break the chain like I miss you what we had like if you were the only would it be the same again? I know I won't
't stop, paw And on and on and on... My man Sincere is in here Yo Free, how it be, baby? That's how we do it
could And play the bat yo and watch the brothas bark like wood So knock on it Go head you want it Nobody want it You turned in for it pulled nine stingers
Laughin Said It Was A Slick One Thought It Was In Her Bag She Hit Me With A Quick One But You Guessed I Gotta Man But I Can See It In Her Eyes That She
you fought was only for your ego + your pride I prayed for you to be forgiven by everyone And every word you hurled Would always turn to violence in your eyes It
chronic and makin' a plot Cause murder was the case, when I saw his face Took his life, left his brains all over the pillow case What would you be thinkin
mothafucka like me! (It ain't a mothafucka like me!) "Play y'all niggas drunk, it ain't no mothafucka like me Cause I be on, I be on some new improved
it Don't be sensitive and get on the defensive Just practice your penmanship If you can't spit at high temperatures then just quit Be careful of the tongue it
for me you'd be writin' pitiful lines On stage if you was tired, I was spittin' sometimes Nobody knew you bit off my rhymes I would just be quiet, stand
for me you'd be writin' pitiful rhymes On the stage if you was tired I would spit'em sometimes Nobody knew you bit off my rhymes I would just be quiet
best is when he breaks conventions A convenient covenant coveted for conception We're all from the same mold: spores and bacteria Those woulda fear me others would
Fate. I Can Feel Her Hand In The Clockwork Of My Design. Waiting For The Hourglass To Empty And Choke On The Sands Of Time. I Watched Hope Slip Through My Fingers Knowing It Would Never Be
it and bang it slow You feeling good, after I take you home After I make you moan, but don't get too comfortable [Chamillionaire] It ain't no need to be
It Was A Slick One Thought It Was In Her Bag She Hit Me With A Quick One But You Guessed I Gotta Man But I Can See It In Her Eyes That She Needed A Friend
I Feel guilty For awhile Because of your susceptible nature But then I smile consciously at it's design, For a Fact I do this art like it's my only way
high by coincidence and I'm tied blind insignificant To the ground function I'm Munsoned, it's the dreaded 7/10 split again The medic made it out to be
Dear Jim and PFI, Enclosed are photos of my cock And the wonderful tattoo John [Stackee] in Houston did for me. We plan to continue the design on my balls
s your opinion on that? Mmm that's strange I was thinkin the same thing Somethin I read in the holy Qu'ran how it says "Has thou seen him who belies religion