it's gonna be reality, now picture me struggling Hustling, muggin' and doin' bad Elevatin', behind the little shit that I never had It's sad, but I all
s... and we'll start... rhymin', rhymin', rhymin! [Chorus:] It's the A! (dot) O! (dot) T! (dot) P! (dot) A! (dot) O! (dot) T! (dot) P! (dot) A! (dot) O
S! E! X! I! S! T! S! E! X! I! S! T! S! E! X! I! S! T! Over the world Now gotta brawl All wise men tell me "Never mind" But all I've got is a jealous
send an S.O.S Oh [x3] Is it too late to send an S.O.S Oh [x3] Is it too late to send an S.O.S Oh [x3] Is it too late to send an S.O.S Oh [x3] Is it
i'm sorry i couldn't live up to so sorry i couldn't be like you i'm sorry i couldn't become what you are I couldn't have tried any less I hate becoming
act like a fascist Never joke around, if I say 'nice chick' I'm a sexist We sing about respect and unity in our scene But what I see is p.c. purism
skip the foreplay not a problem compulsions dictate my every decision temptations into everyone i'm giving in observe this brother in sin see how he's livin notice that shit eatin grin he's
Wet Willies" (DAMMNN) "Eu Seuy O Balling" but y'all foolish Getting locked up for crimes and ya lawyer's ain't Jewish! (STUUUUUUUUUPID!) That's why I keep the Turnie's
you for your trees For your thievery, you living, you breathing for no fucking reason That's how it is when you make a man That's why your man's gotta
What you want?) Dough boys in the trap, where ya at? (where ya at?) Coke dealer's in the hood, what's good? (what's good?) Boy getting them bricks with
its destined And since the day that I found you, there's something about you that makes me want to lose it and pounce ya But it's not just your body, it's
see Im doin me Dey see Im gettin paid I still be in da hood Repersentin for da Days Mercedes wanna hate Try to stomp em Ima Fake O its all in da
(feat. Chink Santana) (What you learn in jail you can't learn in the street that's learnin patients I just finished doin 10 years up north. I just came
in Little Haiti Chicago is the wolves, the bears, and the gangster's (you hear that?) 2 12'N with the OG's, tryna get the answers And all these O. T
you said you wanted the truth so i solumly sear that the truth be told im thugin to the day i die it's dipset it's more than just music now it's a way
with black cars (imported) So we could swipe it charge it to the game Trips to M.I.A. Murcielago in the lane [Chorus: Max B] She's got a thing for slippin
I stay with it G'd up from the beef and brock's to the Oakland A's fitted That's the bottom to the top, it's in the bottom of the pot I got it white,
