does but secretly- so he won't see. My dear, I fear that your scandal has corrupted many disrupted many- anyway. Have a good sleep on your own. Have a good sleep
dear, I fear that your scandal has corrupted many, Disrupted many, anyway. Have a good sleep, Have a good sleep, Have a good sleep on your own. Have a good sleep
but secretly- so he won't see. My dear, I fear that your scandal has corrupted many disrupted many- anyway. Have a good sleep on your own. Have a good sleep
Pop in a Too $hort tape ("Born to Mack") We hard-headed, head bustas We don't give a fuck untamed motherfuckers Jumped off the porch as a young motherfucker
[Beanie] Yeah, uh it's all good now It's all good now We out the hood now It's all good now We out the hood now We out the hood now It's all good now
I promise I will fuck you good [Chorus 2:] I want a red, hot, a-lover [x2] Loverrrrr! Red, hot, a-lover I want a red, hot, a-lover Loverrrrr! Please,
2, i'm a fool wit it hoes be like i want him, fresh Dickie shirt over my tee with some bos and tims, i'm a hot boy, if you ain't know ask somebody
40 below While you shoveling snow We freestyle and having a good time Busta Rhymes, my nigga named Cormega Lets have a seat and play a game of, uh. Sega
buy a composite dream Call up the homie Syke Meet me at the market it's a heist 60 G's a piece its big money on the street gotta have it Whenever I bone
remember me Stretch all my enemies, heckler send 'em three But, I got a tech that'll get a G To drop his flag like a ref on a penalty I'm fresher than
right here baby!) You know what it is [Jadakiss] Yo, I used to have bad luck Now you might see me in a Jag truck Mad stuck, either with a dime or a
the crowd boo you Promoters don't want to pay up, They tryna screw you Big star, Myspace, Got you feeling good You have a million views, Can't sell a
It's business, never personal Get it with a chain on your brain Get it with a lick we, um, at a shooting range You can holler God MC, but you gone die like a
be long to buy a composite dream Call up the homie Syke Meet me at the market it's a heist 60 G's a piece its big money on the street gotta have it Whenever
't a rapper life wasn't as pretty, I got a chick and a chip on my shoulder, A zip of da doljah, hood wip and a rover, a Soldier [Part 8:] I'm one of
handled me like meat. You?d have to be a man to know how good that feels, how sweet. My mirrored twin, my next of kin, I?d know you in my sleep and who