now that's it's not cool. I'm still here, while you're playing the fool. I hope your new friends are just like you, So you can stab each other in the
[69 Boyz] I was visiting Atlanta when I met this strip dancer now love was the question and shorty was the answer she was dancing on the stage in her
all you Bill collecting leeches While your rhyme's the type to kill and Mines'll be the type that teaches So to [D-Stroy] Each his own My microphone's
and get it I stay on the grind all night 'til my feet go numb Blowin' mo' weed than Cheech & Chong Livin' by the motto: To each his own Got speed, it'
from heaven and cleared the lines from your face Said so long to the mistakes and questions and start over again. Look in his eyes; you'll find your own
from heaven and cleared the lines from your face Said so long to the mistakes and questions and start over again. Look in his eyes; you?ll find your own
, a state of metamorphisis Seeking food to keep me dead Degenerate, a product of man's frustration for his terror Insatiable hunger for mankind, building with each
a state of metamorphosis Seeking food to keep me dead Degenerate, a product of man's frustration for his terror Insatiable hunger for mankind, building with each
$his] Uh, yeah, Blocc Boy on the beat It's Ca$his, spend some real shit It's for my, it's for my seeds, nigga It's still Shady though, hah [Ca$his:]
living notes, like iodine bring him back deep down the sea. When I was a child I consoled, who nourishes himself with his own faults, while, today, I
Best of all would be to find the keys to the treasury of wisdom, but would that make life better...? All your experiences of life tell you that each man wherever he is has his own
don't talk to hoes And that began a pattern of extending himself But all I could remember is him grippin his belt And smackin me in the face so his hand
bunch of fucking cowards. And I say that man because, we beef amongst each other. We kill and we shoot each other in our own hoods and we bang each other
4-0-5 Friday's Paydays, sunset glazed, down Damalay(?) [Defari] Aiyyo I'm nice with the ball like Paul Pierce Them brothers, that play for the wood, they somethin fierce Ahh, to each his own
moving in and out My dad hated all our neighbors Had they stepped on his prophets they'd be finished 'Cause getting his is what he was about Ever since his
his father catch two in the dome and to the spleen Nothin" but blood everywhere, these streets are mean They spared his life, but killed his moms and his
goodbye The dawn to end all nights That?s all we hoped it was A break from the warfare in your house To each his own The soldier is bailing out And curled his
him stretch nuts Sharon, let's hear your question I like a man who's not afraid to show his true emotions A man who expresses himself in his own special