you can't win. If I didn't believe in you, Then here's where the travelogue ends. If I didn't believe in you, I couldn't have stood before all of our
Now I think Bush is a Dick, that's true But I don't rap about that to try to impress you I'll never respect you if you do to sound political Which seems
if I told you to Fxxk Off? If there were no butchers shops, what would people eat? You'd have everybody starving if they didn't get their meat. If there
hello) I looked at her I said you must be foolish Why did you ignore me on the way to school if you were interested she said (oh I apologise) I looked
his hand, But i pushed it away Now i damned myself from the words I didn't say And all the things i said i wouldn't do i've done Things get hard all i
Now you seem convinced--you think you found you a prince And he don't want you, he just wanna rock you You play hard-to-get 'cause you want him to jock
the fuck am I still rhymin for? If I ain't blow yet, I must got bad timin or it ain't for me, could that possibly be? I even lost a battle to a lesser
400 years - I got 400 tears- for 400 peers Died last year from gang-related crimes That's why I got gang-related rhymes But when I do a show ta kick some
, But I'm at ya door, motherfucker have a taste! [Verse two: (Nate The Mack) {Shaggy 2 Dope}] (Fucking you up wont let you pass, fucking you up, shot you
my settin' Then I let the Percocet set in. Rough year, lost five of my homeboys I ain't worried 'bout it, y'all alive, just home boy. I feel like I'm the last
And I thought I write a record a rhyme, before I reach night I said if that's true, but any case I couldn't wait to write my record after I smoke the
Mase, you know ain't nuttin change but my limp Can't stop till I see my name on a blimp Guarantee a million sales pullin all the love You don't believe
If I knew you were coming I'd have baked a cake Just got some shoe-polish, painted my face" They say they want you successful, but then they make it stressful You
t come to you Stop rhymin 'bout what white people done to you Look, burn a blunt or two, screw who you wanna screw Do what you wanna do and lesson went
you couldn't afford like Fruity Pebbles We had Kabooms (Kabooms, yea) Ynahmsayin? [laughs] You know you couldn't afford Captain Crunch You had King Vitamines
bed just thinkin' I believe I coulda took him if I hadn't been drinkin' So the next time we meet, I won't be on no binge 'Cause I hadn't been the same
I don't give a fuck, mutha fucka get my money, I ain't never been a hoe you can't pimp me, I do all the work while you pimp me, I tried to buy him out
you can't tell me I don't be on the spot when I can tell you all the homies that done get shot From at least about five years ago when I was in junior