How about we take our medicine before you hit the bed tonight Because you're my inspiration and you always know what's right Be sure to take what you
How about we take our medicine before you hit the bed tonight Because you're my inspiration and you always know what's right Be sure to take what you'
, you don't know what mad is? Couple of Bobbys under my belt and with mad kids for self protectin Don't know, he ain't accept my hand on the little bit
Nobody do it better, there ain't a truer Ripper I did this separate imagine what we could do together Inspired by GOD, inspired by the sufferin' Was it done by
for Skippy and 3, 4% voted for somebody else who might have been running. But, oh yeah, I remember. In this year that we have now declared the year
d be around my Uncle Mikey If I died tomorrow I know moms would probably be hysterical For 25 years she seen me be a miracle Seen me come a long way just by
you know my flow, you know my stilo even pack my gat when I go to see my PO Jump out my hooptie pass my gat and my lucci to my shorty in case my PO try
need a miracle, a miracle, a miracle is all you need when you wake up, wake up wake up under water and everything you love is gone everything is gone
song, baby - Man, fo sho, my nigga, I got some fo' dis - Go on, wreck it, homie Man, I'm at that point in my life, I lost my kid to my wife And I been
is now my defeat Winter's here, ice and snow Give up this is the end We won't reach the top of the world Years have gone by and we know There's only one
m prepared to write a mutiny song "It's a miracle Ma!" Damn my dick is long Oh, that's just the umbellical chord Clip clip, snip snip.and now it's gone along with my
head dad-dy, you don't know what that is, couple a bodies under my belt, and with mad kids, for self protecta, don't know, bitch, and keep my hands on
the Hollywood terror You need the weapon That was kept up in the skeleton For way too many years Whenever they comin' to kill all my niggas And
switched up the interior in my european 50. Damn Gucci lyrical. Nah I ain't lyrical but my bracelet is crazy but my necklace is a miracle. Blacker than
know my flow, you know my stilo Even pack my gat when I go to see my PO Jump out my hooptie, pass my gat and my lucci to my shorty In case my PO try
, baby - Man, fo sho, my nigga, I got some fo' dis - Go on, wreck it, homie Man, I'm at that point in my life, I lost my kid to my wife And I been thinking
