it again What's a little spinal fluid between you and a friend? Screw it And what's a little bit of alcohol poisoning? And what's a little fight? Tomorrow
Over Bitches, cause they breed envy Now rule two is a hard one, watch for phonies Keep yo', enemies close nigga, watch yo' homies It seemed a little unimportant
'm serving yah Spank the shank Your whole style when I gank Gaurd your rank Cause I'm a slam your ass in a pang Puffy weaker than a fuckin' block I'm
featuring Obie Trice {Obie Trice} Ha ha, yeah {Tupac} Nigga fuck that Gin and Juice (Hennessy) Just Pour a nigga a glass Hennessy, that dark shit (
exclusives what i give you when i kick it And i'm still lifted, niggaz can't get with mr.wicked Picture me flipping, my adversaries getting a dick swiftly
to guide the way Cause all I think about is you Well L.A is getting kinda crazy And New York is getting kinda cold I keep my head from getting lazy
up, Cuz? (What) What up, Blood? (What) What up, Gangstaaa? [Verse 1] They say I walk around like got an S on my chest Naw, that's a semi-auto, and a
by the minute. Do you have a hand to hold on to? For I have mine. You're fucking dead to me! You're fucking dead! And as a heart need it's beating surely
we have in common Play your game Beat me, hurt me A physical release for mental pain Don't make me explode in your way This is a chain of torture A
have in common Play your game Beat me, hurt me A physical release from mental pain Don't make me explode in your way This is a chain of torture, a
they forgot about me, Commissary is getting empty, My cell mates getting food without me, Can't wait to get out and move forward with my life, Got a
have been born as awake as you were It was much harder in those days we had paper routes up hill both ways We went from school to a job to a wife to instant
ending And I'll just move on Fall down Still wearing my crown Nothing's gonna hurt me Coz what goes around comes around Yeah oh oh oh oh What goes around comes around
Yea. Come on. Timbo! A. Keys, Let's go! Let me tell you something Tell you how I feel When he comes around I get to feelin ill It's a achy feelin inside
But I can tell you that I know, it's getting easier to breathe, There’s a cold in the morning, endless equation Of who’ve we've become, it’s a complex
- Hi Barbie! - Hi Ken! - Do you wanna go for a ride? - Sure Ken! - Jump In... Chorus: - I'm a barbie girl, in a barbie world Life in plastic,
it, whatever that means Another variation on a theme A tangle on the television and the magazine D'you reckon that they do it for a joke? D'you reckon