all these lost memories tell me it's all my fault you'll be sorry when I'm gone and just take me away and just take me away and just take me away away
of all these lost memories tell me it's all my fault you'll be sorry when I'm gone and just take me away and just take me away and just take me away away
m slizzard as hell, might stomp your punk ass to sleep And when this thang get crunk, I pack it up and take it to the lab Hit that gentlemens club, and
You best to run before I count to ten Blood drippin' from my canine, like a fountain pen It seems I've been asleep for a thousand years The way my
and done get splitten You corrosin' on the floor, shaken and snake bitten You in a cold sweat like James of the names you knew Don't mean shit to me and
, a lot of love, with a mom, and dad to hug, They'd all get the same things... By the year, the world is real, and it don't matter how you feel, Because
Blacker than Nigeria, with brand new material counting a quarter million while I'm pouring a bowl of cereal, fresher than your ever were richer than a year
place And im never giving up, that aint my place If it was my case, Then i plee the 5th But the way im feeling now, might drink me a fifth Next year
Remember to never count your eggs before they hatch About precision timing and vision, get up and go and don't turn back If you, ah, soldier and you
rap nigga these bitches love more And if the deal want done pussy, nigga, I ain't go And if the nigga ain't real can't fool me I know And if the label
Z?s and count sheep in my sleep (Lets not wake her up, she actually looks quite sweet) Oh my Gosh, my days are getting longer And theres no turning
and my sandwich i need food I cant handle this Im getting like pampers throwing a tantrum "Action" Nah Id actually rather catch my z's and count sheep
bricks on me.while da jackers lerkin and da fez want me.and these bitches want me. and it gotta be da bricks. keep big fire on me.ima muh fuckin hit.and
hittin' And lyric lickin', flippin' any mix and over the skippin' And cable clippin', still sickenin' Even though some people ain't admitting Through they system I keeps it kickin' And
on parole Ain't changed nothing, cause I'm ready to roll I go to school now, but just to front Still servin dopefiends what they want Count 5 to 10, 10 to 20 And
20 years, I made 16 albums 16 ***, Tasha, Tameka 16 ***, Karoline and Keesha 16 ***, LaShonda, Shaquita 16 ***, Jane and Jelesa 16 ***, Mandy and Mindy 16 ***, Amy and
closet than a Kennedy You're on my nuts, so you better hold tenderly I can tell you what's crackin' and done get splitten You corrosin' on the floor, shaken and
goin' up and down I went from Cadillacs in Vegas to the back of GreyHound San Diego off Broadway, there used to be a spot I think E Street and 5th where
