me, I got some for you, I ain?t talking ?bout sharing thing of a box tight, I?m playing soft music only you denay, I have to say "Yo, I ain?t playing"
attention, I wonder why?? I wonder why I don't let the man cry, and I can't change the way that I feel inside (I wonder why?) And I wonder why I can
, I got some for you, I ain?t talking ?bout sharing thing of a box tight, I?m playing soft music only you denay, I have to say "Yo, I ain?t playing" Test
wheel on the right side Don't high side when I pass by, toots my horn and say hi Hood rats they act fly, classy hoes that act shy I wonder why it's like
] I'm chilling with my broad, and you already know And if you wanna reach me, hit me on the down low If I don't call back, don't put on a show When I
is wonderin what's goin on.. holla!) Tell me what to do, these ni**az actin up in the hood Send mo' troops.. Why should I lie, when I can dramatize?
night [E.D.I Amin] At times, I look through times wit' so much anger Wonderin' why it keeps on pa*sin' bringin' me the danger No singal hard time is a good one At times I
My mac-eleven make my nuts bigger I keep my finger on the trigger for you jealous niggas Wonder why a mothafuckas nutty And why am I worried When I see
I penetrate, it's been withstandin, faded would it be the greatest MC of all time When I created rhyme for the simple fact When I attack I crush your
be good to each other, plus I love you So I know you gon' make a good mother Just try to understand if I change at times it's only cause I never owned
casket Rippin' the shit like it's my muthafucking last hit Hey they wonder why a nigga's nothin' nice and everytime I bust a nut I fuck for Tyson Cause I
and continuously outsmart the motherfuckin law, in every way Key word in ninety-four is 'down low' Gots to be struggling I see how the rich got theirs Nigga I
Grippin' on granite if you wonder what I'm grippin' Cream soda, home chromies what I'm tippin' Grippin' on granite if you wonder what I'm grippin' (I feel I
some pain I brought the rain and I stun to feel I wonder will these fake ass bitches become real hell naw don't forget bout the spliff and I tell ya'll
rags to riches then to ragtime screamin' the blues I wanna know why everybody's good intention try to make a fool out of me I wanna know why everybody