worried sick. God I hope she's alright now, I can't imagine what I'd do. So I'm gonna say this little prayer for you and hope that you know I'm praying
m thinking about you. If you were here I know youd make that face. So Ill sing this little song for you Which one is that? and hope that you know Im
worried sick God, I hope she?s alright now I can?t imagine what I?d do So I?m gonna say this little prayer for you And hope that you know I?m praying
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the case then get a bigger one you don't think I pack the pump cause I'm out the hood that's a stereotype like everyone that's black and junk I'm in a
Fat boy be the truth Nigga live and learn Learn the streets or get burned Niggas take what you earn They be slick as a perm Mane I try to be slicka
liver, I'm hittin harder than a chastiser I flip rhymes like saliva, poundin on your BRAIN With the sick shit I'm SAYING I got more GAME than a panhandler on a
Universal is back in control again Casa Blanca, that's like a second home for him 50 million is a lot of dough to spend on a rapper that's going to blow
nothin, I'm tryna get somethin With them people on my back but I gotta keep duckin [Verse 1] I started from a rock, then move to a chip Nowadays I'm
Hollywood is a place where they'll Pay a thousand dollars for a kiss. And fifty cents, for your soul! [Verse 1] Take a knife, cut a slice Of my beautiful
Hollywood; Is a place where they'll pay $1000 for a kiss and 50 cents for your soul Take a knife, Cut a slice of my beautiful plastic life Take my shoes
shoes to match [Gotti] I love this flossin, I'm the big bossman Never met defeat, cause I never loss man When I'm at the streets, school is out and I
big booty girls And the MC be rhymin And you be like, "Yo, that joint is ill!" But chill, when a rapper think he's slick, he can't rhyme a lick So he
know [Chant 1:] Poor Boy-I walk into the river in my hat and shoes Poor Boy-I'm sittin at the table with a knife and spoon Life fast die happy- don'
Just like a fake nigga always fail Niggas livin in a fairy tale, until they get beef Then he want peace, bitch, you just a rap pussy You comin just a
his kids have cheddar like a ritos Reset every month jacob see checks While niggas can't even front with a GS 3 Lex Aiyo I'm tryin to see Harlem become a
you a waste is a terrible thing to mind Rhymes without education equals butter from the gutter And all this talk about the street we stay in & playin Is a
look at me and think that I'm Just a young girl. But I'm not just a young girl Baby this is what I'm lookin for: Sexy, independent, down to spend it type
