Ignore the front page headline deprived of fiction stories but right now no one will comply too late for the sympathetic how about an explanation for
the pack Big Tim, Ice Tee and Chuck D and the crew They're all from the school, yes the old and new But 99th yeah, the big rock Plymouth, boy, the old
(feat. With Guests) [Intro:] Nigga, come off. Check this out. Check this out. Listen all this shit y'all talking ain't got no frills. We'll pass the
shitty as hell, ain't no fuckin pampers That's where the fuck you went, right, to go get pampers Where the shit's at? You don't smell that shit? You smell
(feat. Tim Dog) [Verse One] I got the digi-design, for you to focus right The chosen one, the club stayin open tonight I'm pokin tonight, bet it's a
such Sometimes this era mentally I reconstruct High school I came out it Cats with clout at graduation got they name shouted Go to Great America, me and my lady rock
lay Ain't nuttin slim, I got game like Tim Hardaway Fouls like the proudest so I'm labbin in RCA Aw shit, I got you buggin, flippin that shit that you
James Brown so I can rock a town I'm real swift, I bring light to a skip I rock the party all night, the crowd chant my shit I leave at sundown, walk
I Bombshell, other bitches is true lies I'ma keep it simple, rock how I'm meant to Pretty with the heels on, or shitty with the Tim boots Do it how I
to the size of fleas [Verse 3: Timbo King] The microphonus, collect the bonus, aiyo we on this House niggaz verse the homeless Ten to one, Tim's the
't even wanna be that nigga claimin' a spot. [repeat] [Verse 2: The Jackal] Play stupid, 32 shots nigga, looped it 64 troopers, Tim boots and Rugers
verses 16 But you know I can't do that I went ahead and gave them mad bars you was mad as fuck! You went and tried to strech your shit but I wasn't havng
AIY! Firing Squad nigga! One time, one time Geah, nigga - nigga! Rock roller, rock roller Tim [?] in the building, in the building [Verse One: Billy
Yo', it's goin' down now) Aiyyo Tim man this the G-Mix right here man! (Jump off!) Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Queen Bee, Mobb Deep) [Verse 1:
you ain't did shit I had done said worst Flip your fitted cap back like Fred Durst Uh, Fiji water OG kush, yeah, I drink verses and eat hooks Got the
but they chicken ran Oh Shit, It's gettin kinda hot in here Oh Shit, Make niggas stop and stare Talk dirty, rock-a-bye a birdy Smack the shit out the
and you don't even wanna be that nigga claimin' a spot. (repeat) Verse 2: (The Jackal) Play stupid, 32 shots nigga, looped it 64 troopers, Tim boots
want is what's mine I don't care who I hurt} Since they wanna know [2nd verse] Four niggas in a whip All foes say they ain't fucking with Trice shit