I was seventeen and stupid, she was pink and perfect We were almost make-belief, innocent and nervous And you became a drug (hey) And I can't get enough
[x2] I fly like paper, get high like planes If you catch me at the border I got visas in my name If you come around here, I make 'em all day I get one
make enemies with me Fuck with these other other little Gs Don't make enemies with me Mutah with K-Dogg in () ----------------------- The game is getting deeper with this
Bitches money ova all that shit first priority, it's over all of it niggas aint goin no where, we in this motherfucker until this motherfucker go, until this
close to last among the other I see them all-yes I see them all behind We left them there- there in futile wars When this was the written riddle "Who
suspended leverage Now i'm drowning in a pool of why are you here Sabotage with my beats the burden pertainance of if I die this year My name is Dryspell
!) "Ho!" (Give it up!) [Verses] Hey, party people just (bust this) We got a little somethin' (that you can't resist) We wanna say a little somethin' (to the other
Comes to remind me The dead's winning the race With me going nowhere. Right down the street, A prostitute is selling The closest thing to love That this
Since the start of the 17th century There's been the scent of unseasoned wood burning in the air And the conquest of nature meant nothing at all While
you, I wanna make the whole love me You let me now, only God can judge me I got tears in my eyes as i write this verse The whole Bay know you were hyphy
I'm the Blastmaster KRS on the mic Watchin all these females rock their pants too tight Cos there's no other creative composition on display That give a full analysis and rock this
m almost my way Just C-K These - punk-ass niggas this is C-M-G Your number one Crab killas (that's right) From the 4 to the Shaw even Century On Figueroa
point tips off in that ass. Tha slicka the nigga thats pullin the trigga is the nigga thats standin up last. Countin this cash, still doin this mash.
Outta Breath, Pause A Sec This Pressure Air Is Fucking With The Glands In My Neck I Feel Bad Now This Exodus Is Gunna Kill The Other Half Of Whats Left
Yeah, yea This shit sound like.. one two o'clock in the mornin with the full moon out Niggaz in they trucks creepin With a fresh box of ecstasy pills
in the sky and see the neon C" Rhymes inscribed on a nickel disk encased in glass with an ion beam for longevity For more then 10 centuries, impressions
other way; now wonder ?where did I go wrong?? And now you?re fucked up! (Fucked up!) Messed up! (Messed up!) - buried in a hole and it?ll take a fucking century
favorites My boy Cilvaringz, doing big things upon this We gon' make it pop like this Ya'll wanna see what time it izzy Man, this is in the name of Allah
