things that i must face telling me that they need their space i cant' love you anymore i'm scared of the sound of it it's the reason why i'm down i'
When I, step on the scene I'm expectin my cream Stand by and I'm reppin for Queens (that's right) My destination is, detonation (say what?) If one verse
your girl keep coming around them I'm a blaze her I'm the Bad Boy flavor, light blue gators NOT GUILTY Plus I'm filthy C'mon [Chorus] [Black Rob (Puffy
Cause I'm the demonstrating, the dominating Annihilator, brutalor, MC-hating So all MC's must step on off Cause I'm lettin you know who's the boss Now
I'm the M-A-R, the Q-U-I-S Here to run down a rhyme at your request I'm the New York born, who's sharp as a thorn I came here tonight just to get it on
Jesus It's hard, it's hard We need help out here So we searchins for Black Jesus It's like a Saint, that we pray to in the ghetto, to get us through
ease my endless pain I know I should give up I know I should give in But round here that there we call Sinny sin, sin I?m tired, I?m worn, my side aches
that shit [Verse 2] I'll never happened to me that's what I always said now I'm locked down 50 thou that's for bail I think I'm going to spend it If
to me, and I know that muhfucka bless you Thanks for passin game, now let's get out here and make this loot [Chorus: Too $hort, Eightball, MJG] [TS] I
, lace me I'm outspoken, I'm not about jokin I'm from California but I'm not from Oakland But they my folks now, fool I'm from SoCal Put it down like
clown when I grin I'm manic-depresive ever since I was an adolescent But I never panic in a sesion when I'm bussin' Cussin' like a sailor, With a bottle
love Cause I'm a cool, cool kid with a healthy mind And I figure that ( ? ) will always take time I'm lookin for a girl that I can call mine When she
!) Can you feel it? Now I'm the Master Ice and I'm twice as nicer And the dedicated prince of the disco slice As you can see I'm formally known As the
girl want, What a girl need A fuckin' job and a brand new... Bump Bump Bump Now this all I wanna do Bump Bump Bump That's my song That's what I wrote
they supposed to give survivors least two G's plus I need much in answers; was it because, they live below standards and drugs ran rapid that it's quiet
a little brother, doing sixty agg'd That's why I don't smile, strapped up and mad Sometimes I feel like, I'm falling off the edge So much pain from my