to these streets I got 12 hungry artists, whole crew gotta eat So hell no, I don't sleep, I'm like a Energizer battery Got 19 employees, I gotta pay they
some ladies tonight that should be havin' my baby, baby, uh Straight up honey really I'm askin' Most of these fellas think they be mackin' but they be actin' Who they
s more beyond to sleep with Michael Jackson You want interviews, in locker rooms, movie action Camcorders R. Kelly, or Russell peein on your belly Smelly
Left out the club with her friend, now she jealous Mad 'cause she can't ride in the L S Yeah, she kinda mad but a baller could care less While you sleep, sleep, sleep
to hit a lick in the A-Town Look at me it's shawty So bossy, and I don't feel like that Can't stop me now, now, now You see what's happening? Big shit
I'll be boned if I cock back and slug you For all my dead niggas, that's above you It's like a feud, my family ain't around they done And if I lose one
Are you happy now? you keep asking, asking am I happy now? Why can't you tell me that I'm happy now? are you happy now? Happy now? happy now? 2. chocolate
To a half human predator created by a needle Jet black eyes, baby, they stare while you sleep When your Titanic sinks, I'm the one you gon' meet Hearing terrified screams, they
what they do, they try to be like Missy but they have no clue On how I'm spittin' over beats the way I move I move so smooth in my shell toe shoes Now
say real gangstas don't play And if they romp with us, they have to run away Know they romp with us and they go run and hide Slip them, go slip and now
my lime tree is dead I thought it was sleeping, I guess it got fed up with not being fed And I would be too I need food in my belly And hope that my
I'm Hercules You got a problem, come see the girl, I'll solve'em Big belly bitches we starve 'em Niggas in the hood, we rob 'em, whenever they flossin
on the [Incomprehensible]? Big Pun the undoubtable, the only rapper that'll pull out a gun And slap the shit outta you, you can't tell me nothin' I'll clonk you and stomp out ya belly
For the microphone, he joins like two falls. (?) Well we'll see after these criminals who falls. A lot of ya'll is reminiscent of Rupaul. Ball to ball and we'll
able to sleep I was layin on him in his dream squeezing on the heat I kept the pressure on him, now, I'm universal Now he played this money game called
from my sleep, heard 'here comes the boom'. I knew that Santa would be comin' soon. On Dascher on Donner, Commit, on Blitzen. I yelled 'shut up ya'll,' but they
. They believe that money can buy them out of the responsibility That they have for the world that they bleed dry. They are the true pornographers The