(feat. C-Mac, 6 Shot, Miss T) [T-Rock] Now give the skrilla to the mack puffing killer green in this trilla scene I got ho's who commit more sins then
: (feat. C-Mac, 6 Shot, Miss T) [T-Rock] Now give the skrilla to the mack puffing killer green in this trilla scene I got ho's who commit more sins
you know just as well I do You ain't no killer So kill that You wouldn't kill if you had to We might wobble but we don't fall down We take the gospel
Forgive but don't forget, girl keep your head up And when he tells you you ain't nuttin don't believe him And if he can't learn to love you you should
out the side of your neck it ain't a remedy I just want the whole wide world to remember me I don't want to have to think you're working for the enemy
t gonna never know that's the thing, you ain't gonna never know all b-balls don't b-bounce, fool yeah, service you constantly all b-balls don't b-bounce
that new retarded shit New slang, new thought, new sound Who's heart you thought you had? You clown, you don't, you drown I won't dumb it down, I'm dumbing
ANY of y'all niggaz, ANY of y'all "Your store bought rap ain't shit, call me the specialist, professional.." Ain't in the game? Don't matter "..that's
Well I didn't go home when I should have The boys and me had a really good laugh We drank all night till the sunshine came I went home pissed was completely
[Slug] Now, when you come to apply for a job Don't tell 'em you're homeless 'Cause I promise they won't hire you And if they like your songs Just nod
that body Make sure you don't hurt nobody Fuzzy wuzzy was a bear, Fuzzy wuzzy had no hear Fuzzy wuzzy wasn't fuzzy, was he? I like the party rock the
they sin tryna make a dime They don't ask for too much, just a lil' shine Lil' time on the grind tryin get that gwap Wah'n't worth eight years for your
T-E-C You bitches better keep my name out'cha mouth Before I get a bag of that fire and wait outside your house Nigga, I catch a drain, ain't no motive, ain't
dis you Everyone saw me on the last album cover Holding a pistol something far from a lover Beside my brother, S-C-O-T-T I just laughed, cause no one
who's bad? Not Michael Jackson when I asked him I even rock the mic for seven days with Toni Braxton It's the, Liks, rockin like a six point six So while
hit since Roberto Clemente Ooh, my style is muy calient I bail through Hell and won't bust a sweat I walk through a rainstorm and still won't get wet
black. When she stepped out the ride I had to take a step back. She had long blonde hair and a ass that wouldn't quit. Titties fallin all out because the shirt didn't
