make that ass [MJG] I'm a killer with the mic Before I get buck with the gun 1-9-7-2 was the birth Tell a nigga was the worst You can't fuck with the
a clown when I grin I'm manic-depresive ever since I was an adolescent But I never panic in a sesion when I'm bussin' Cussin' like a sailor, With a bottle
apart [Dose One] And before, when I said 'Shut the fuck up, it's none of your business' That was to be in vain You shoulda locked that up when you're
me here? Oh please forgive me dear. I don't know if I could survive on my own I could have married you, instead I buried you Now we'll see if I can
fair bartenders laughing with strangers i reach from the wall and i pull up a chair singing luck be a lady this is where i belong and i know that your
flavour like a skittle when i rip a rhyme riddle, your face is in da pillow den i shoot it in da middle, ya 26 words in the alphabet, and i use all 26
HERE I STAND A HEARTBROKEN MAN I WAS A BAD SEED IN YOUR FUTURE PLAN WHEN IT RAINS IT POURS THAT'S WHEN YOU HIDE AND CLOSE THE DOOR I'LL NEVER BE THE
graveyard rap, Quest build on your day, shift I shake shift and get 'em to shake quick cause when Paz make the call I make grade A shit Am I labeled a bitch so I
other day I was talking to the weather man About today oh oh oh And all,all he could say Was no one knows tomorrow See I can read the weather child I
that Without a doubt I could have really done without It was such a bore And I could here the boy next door was having fun And that was something that I'd really never done When I was a little girl I wanted to be a soprano But I
N. Y. is big Reeds: People tout it Brass: I flip my wig Reeds: What about? Brass: 'Bout a street I dig Piano (Basie's solo): One day I was walkin
ladies get away Because I know, I know pretty baby, I know, I know, pretty baby, I know you're the one, yes you're the one. I knew when I met you
-woogie music the piano man was playin' You could jump! shout! knock yourself out The boogie-woogie beat is what I'm talking about You could pull a switcharoonie if your
I knew I could get away if I had a chance But I was shakin' like I had the St. Vitus dance So I tried to crawl in under a bath tab When a policeman said
B, I don't know you son! I DON'T KNOW YOU SON! HOLD UP HOLD UP!" [gunshots and screams] "I Links with the Cuban" [Cuban Link] "I'm hard to kill, for
reflection? where's your voice? where's your dress? where's your bones? draped in camouflage. where's your beach? where's your sky? where's your clouds
old and I could could not fit in but I made it through high school and college according to plan the pressure was never greater to become a man would I become a man
