. A-a-a-ah, a-ah, a-ah! I know this'd better be good! Oh, whoa... Some years (I)/[can] [make] (a lesson)/(a lesson,) my number one. All's good: that
a certain female. A female with the disease of character and attitude. If you will, a snob. However, in a view of NWA... [Ice Cube] A bitch is a bitch
man Oh these muh'fuckers think I'm gon' play with 'em Oh I ain't gon' play wit'cha - I ain't gon play wit'cha man! Ha ha ha.. I need y'all to sing children
the fuck was you niggaz thinkin? Guns'll clutch if I get a inklin that you comin for the kingpin But I laugh at you cowards, ha ha ha Take me out, try
s depressin But Swift is getting me a new one for a Christmas present (Swift: "Come on Slim, let's go and teach this fuckin bitch a lesson") They managed
less gats attack when I'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
Ha haaaa uh Hmmm mmmm Ya'll gon feel this one... this one fo my ladies, Uh here we go ya'll. Hey little Lady please tell me yo name [J-Boog] Yeah, wassup
and ball up my fist I hate a fake nigga and you at the top of the list Wait regardless how you skip around the fat remains You a bitch now learin'
DA ROOF OFF One more time I hit y’all with a crime WHILE I be in my rhyme I hear that a drop of a dime WILDIN’ all in my Tim BOOTS Now we stackin
a document approximate It’s a quarter to cut throat headless Hole bedless tall I figure factor. Crack the smack police man better be Strap step step yep it’s a
the last laugh They all thought it all was a joke, but I had the last laugh [Mary J. Blige] Ha ha ha ha ha ha [DMX] Come on! [Mary J. Blige]
Up Now No Mo Crack Dealin And I Changed My Plans Straight Outta Jail It Was Hell Up The ?beticome? Sorry For The Seecha But He Was Out The Caracter. [Chorus:] Ha-Ha
ride all you hear is "Bravo" (bravo!) [clapping] And all you hear is, "There he go" Ha ha ha - ah, ah, ah You see my paint job's a fool, my paint job
bad Any drawin on West, best with a pen and a pad Don't even think about it, six gun, weighin a ton Ten paces and turn (one.. two.. three..) just for
feel Hate, but on the real, Big Will is seven mill If I wasn't on top I'd have a lot less ends I'd most likely have a lot less friends You know what I
and I will wait That you'd come back for me every time I fall In your heart there's just no place There's no room to make a mistake And with one wrong
just sit back and wallow In my own sorrow but I know one fact I'll be one tough act to follow One tough act to follow I'll be one tough act to follow
Aiyyo One two, one two One two, one two This one right here Goes out to all the fake thugs out there Yeah, yeah uh huh Yo, when you say you thuggin',
