booth So take the industry n put them all in one group Since they all on the same page We should be able to boo them dudes off the same stage (boooo) For real
me [911 dispatch] what is your emergency [woman] there's someone in my house, there's someone in my house [911 dispatch] can you please run by your address
seen it before they'll put a knot in your gut Stand up, check your areas your group, your troops These gang killers is real plus they, off the loot Proceedin
t need ya, I love to bleed ya All I ever wanted was a real nigga's praise But the sad motherfuckin' fact Is that ain't that many real motherfuckers these
a brother real cool Back in the day, an' I ain't forgot that you know What I'm sayin', all those other rappers Were treatin me like suckers, fuck 'em 'Cuz y'all are players, to run
it? Just crash the club with my crew and then I'm outta there Hit some skins, act bugged, that was a rap career Then Run-D.M.C. jumped the fuck off Got
way back home But the old me's dead and gone Dead and gone, dead and Ever had one of them days wish you would have stayed home Run into a group of niggas
my bitches do it 'til they suck the brown off Ew, that's nasty Yes, I am Weezy, but I ain't asthmatic Jae's buyin' cologne, honey I put on Make 'em run
like your Rascals and stymie to fly that hiney Buy me keys, to my Benz and my Coupe Like Jay and Run and D.M.C.'s, that's the name of my group (now speed
-N-Harmony, nigga, Cleveland's thuggish ruggish Niggas still down with the thug shit Buck, buck, bust, let 'em know we still run this bitch Just like
you ain't scared to die. Nigga, what? Who the-, who the thugs? Y'all punk muthafuckas ain't got no nuts. I only be dealin' with real niggas. Them other
I rap to myself when there ain't no one to rap to And to me yo my shit be sounding sweet It's like doo rock doo rock oop I chew with my group chicken
i get a reaction from, usually the first thumb(?) was from proof and the rest of the group backed him up and no one lied to each other cause none of us had deals it was real
us rock groups Mere intelligent, buy Nieman Marc' it out No doubt, all we saw he bought, Lori mom's all blow Was simple, blamp instrumentals run camps
when there ain't no one to rap to And to me, yo, my shit be sounding sweet It's like doo rock, doo rock, oop I chew with my group, chicken and we couped
The guys from Maybach Music Group just released another track off the "Self Made" album set to hit the stores on May 23rd 2011, even if every member is
[chubb rock] Chubb is a loveable guy, not a teddy riley group It deeply bruise me, greaves me if you say I'm soup I'm really not, and I don't really think