like a Audi Save the game like a goalie Got my Rollie, olie, so you can call me holy rollie You don't know what you're in for, don't do no endo I'm not
non sia disamore e malattia e non e melanconia solitudine e rancore non e invidia e ipocrisia e neppure falsita ma puo essere l'amore puo sembrare liberta e
FOR LIFE NIGGA, we (maddoggin') [Outro: E-A-Ski] Hell motherfuckin' yeah You better ask you motherfuckin' punk-ass self a question Do you wanna see this
week until family visit. Yeah I'ma rock them drawers. A-heh. Yeah but you know did you take care of that bidness I asked you to do? I made those deposits
Bunny, even if you can't see I don't give a damn if you security or you got a degree, at USC My uncle, my cousin, or my auntie You could be one-time it
[E-Devious] I'm out here You know what I'm sayin? It's crazy wild out here So I got to roll with mines like that, man And be prepared for anything that
you emcees that wanna dis, next time you think about hatin' remember this, I'm out on tour in yo cities gettin' sick, so the next time you kiss your bitch you
! And The V!) Like Vanessa love Kobe That's the kind of love you got to show me you know me (The E! The E! The E!) Through it all tell it all books and
, yeah baby, you thought it was me Notoriously, N.Y.C. and y'all can see I'ma be that chick you remember for life I got, niggaz sick tryin to make
all you emcees that wanna dis, next time you think about hatin' remember this, I'm out on tour in yo cities gettin' sick, so the next time you kiss your bitch you
'ma lil' nigga that will down you Let off fifty rounds at you and If you fake I don't want to be no where around you I'ma Head Buster, Tru Hustler, a
the wrong Niggas At the wrong time At the wrong place You shouldn't fuck with some Outlawz Bad Boy killers Puffy and Ma$e [Verse 2: Kastro] I'm a soldier
for all the brothers out there that got shit on they chest and just wanna let it out [Tash] Anything you could do I could do fresher WHen I'm on the
, you rhyme like no one else Well you the rapper man's rapper, dressed fresh and dapper Everybody knows you do the funky hand clapper Remember that party down on eighty-fifth You
you like UGH! I steal your mics and pull the plugs at your shows you like WHA! Your new Timbs, I'm steppin' all on your toes, you like WHOA! I hate you
Black Sheep are certified greater than... But, I said later man 'I can dig it' You know what? You know what? You know what? You know what? You know what? You know what? You know what? You
you [Chorus: Jamie Madrox] You, you can't, you can't hurt me now! (Ain't shit you can do) Ain't nothin stoppin me from killin you! You, you can't, you
