down to what's inside, you fell so fucking short This is damaged, far beyond repair You cant fucking force what was never fucking there You'll never
to your camp, left his shirt there now you barely breathin' slow leakin' look at your people weepin' I ain't have to quickdraw Mcgraw you I could Fifty
tales of a Scorpio I wear Polo, or maybe Izocc You picture paradise it's really bout a bankwad [Equipto:] Your fifty toes up on the concrete We exchange
northside of town To you clowns it's whatever on the house I put my cheddar Any time, place or weather bet there ain't nobody better [J-Dawg] SwishaHouse
of town To you clowns it's whatever on the house I put my cheddar Any time, place or weather bet there ain't nobody better [J-Dawg] SwishaHouse bitch
got there and there was a big sign and a chain across across the dump saying, "Closed on Thanksgiving." And we had never heard of a dump closed on Thanksgiving
) Four golds and I'm out there baby [Baby] I hit my safe for a hundred and fifty G's (Why nigga?) Orderin' for 20 kees (Street value?) Two hundred and fifty
, she's down with us Just-Ice and DMX, they're down with us My manager Moe, he's down with us Castle-D boy, he's down with us D.J. Red Alert
sink into the depths of the sea, And the inhabitants there over drown. Sparks frightening and there were exceedingly sharp lightning's. Such has never
faces.. smiling faces.. sometimes) Come.. come follow me {Come on motherfuckers} (Smiling faces.. smiling faces.. sometimes) {The tiger, check it out on
ATL, that's the Dirty South bomb shit Synagogue, yeah I be there Caribbean City, roll deep there Lyricist Lounge, they be some real emcees there there there
, on a pretty day when I dressed in Jiggy And I got security with me I'll give you a buck-fifty so quickly, you won't even know that ya nose dripping So much blood on
[J-Von] Now if ya all in wit me, [C-Loc] Come an get me wit some hin, [J-Von] An a fifty, an it stick it in, [C-Loc] Let this begin, [J-Von]
the time to keep a bitch broke Did I mention that my momma was his number one hoe? Clunked the 40 on the flo' and placed his palm on the dash and wheezed
) It's still Tha Row [Crooked I] Some of you gangsta rappers out there poppin' seventy pills Man, you bangin' on wax cats'll never be real (Marks!) This