a hurricane breeze Not a word, a goodbye, not even a note She's gone with the man in the long black coat Somebody seem him hangin' around At the old
(What up Keith?) Answer this question (What up?) Why you so fuckin' nice in this profession? Aye, yo 50 (What's up?) Answer this question Why you so
at all Jimmy, I want you to tell me about that seven foot four What did you do! Well Ray, anytime a man is seven foot four and you messin' with
you're thikin bout farting [Hook2: X2] So what you saying? So what you saying? I'm lettin my gat bust You bustas and you marks know I just don't trust
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son is bigger, 13, but just like you Moms said I would grow up and be just like you From what you did to my sister she disliked you Sixteen, eleventh
dilapidation its a fair evaluation that its making this equation a little top heavy if you know what I mean cuz theres a fine line between a classic and a
be the next vinyl cut to _Urban Legend_ I can feel where you at, when I pound you up You out of town coke rhymes, oh you clowns is up My crew stay in
. . . Aynsley: Say, could you do me a favour? Could you beat me with a toilet brush? Phyllis: Beat you with a toilet brush? Aynsley: Shhh . . . someone
dammit man! (Dammit man!) [4x] (What? Fuck with us, what) Y'all really can't fuck with us ('Ya'll can't' Fuck with us, what) Y'all really can't fuck
man! (Dammit man!) [4x] (What? Fuck with us, what) Y'all really can't fuck with us ('Ya'll can't' Fuck with us, what) Y'all really can't fuck with us
dammit man! (Dammit man!) [4x] (What? Fuck with us, what) Y'all really can't fuck with us (Fuck with us, what) Y'all really can't fuck with us (Fuck
Knux, nigga what? Come on! (Can you, can you, hear me?) Can you hear me motherfucker?!? I'm talking to you! (Cuz I am in...side your head) (Can you,