to get a criminal waiver Imagine the peace wasn't in my briefs Instead peace could stretch across the seas So finally we could just rest and ease, no refugees And you, well, you could
it real" and all that nigga Nigga if you talkin all that gangsta shit Nigga we get it poppin nigga Whats up nigga? Anytime nigga I don't give a fuck if
I throw incinerators at rappers that talk garbage about the Ak, they don't know me from a tree in the forest My name's not summer so I don't sweat
I run these streets Y'all talk that shit, I want that beef I'ma tell you like a G told me They'll come back quick if a nigga O.D. Cash Rule Everything
talking (Madd Rapper)] Naw son, Naw son, Naw son, Yo Vegas, Naw son Ya not breaking the whole song down on these niggaz Don't let these niggaz think you
in a race But slappin' five 'cause a true rap cat in the place Blow the purple, if not baby walk like Herschel She could walk, run, long jump, hurdle
] I could talk bitches out of they jeans Gold diggers out of they cream Little wannabe rap motherfuckers out of they dreams I'm slick, I could talk a
to rocket you to a dollar two we know you stop to do anything that could possibly profit you gawk at who doesnt walk like you or talk like you looks
even trying to be abstract And If I could fly, I'd lift you up! And take you into the sky, and she you Slug! And If I could fly, I'd lift you up! And
1: B.G.] If you know me than you know I'm a beast If you know me than you know I don't be lyin when I tell ya I gotta cheat If you know me than you know
Well we could take off each other's clothes or be best friends in the middle of the road or we could just talk shit about tomorrow and it how it never
Your kiss just said it all I'm glad we had this talk Nothin' left to do but fall in each other's arms I could've said a ?I love you? Could've wrote
early wakes We dug in the crates of the mid-eighties For the heroin crack babies with .380's And been insane since Cain made his first murder Could take
different drummer, the steps start to come off like clockwork. I guess I?m saying we could stand to be nicer because when you?re in a basement talking
discussion - Swimmin' in his all red now Empty out yo pockets, if it's blinging, nigga drop it Is it pistols, means it's nonsense - That mean murda if
m Dickie suited, the next day it's Las Costa But if you'd like, you could come to my la casa Then you'll understand why, I walk and talk with a posture
To a cure inside I know that it's oh so hard to let go Give yourself time to heal take it slow Let's talk as the rainbow colored lights make the tree
