three months yo I can still hear my victims yellin' but I can't listen to my conscience it's nonsense if I didn't shoot I'd be the nigga in the suit in
I stuck him off in between him and Lex Luther I killed Superman, I killed Super...Man And how ironic that I'd be the bad guy kryptonite The green chronic
, but still everybody knows the shit, the most hated on out of all those who say they get hated on in eighty songs and exaggerate it all so much, they
Crenshaw from Long Beach to South Central {*LOUD SCREAM*} Whoa, not these niggaz again These grown-ass ignorant men with hair-triggers again (Hehe) You and what army could harm me? D
Since high school, nigga I ain't got no friends Got two Three-Eighty's like the Ying Yang Twinz, Ahh.. That's spot clickin' till the D's run in Then it
How would you handle it? Mase, what would you do? [Mase] Yo, I'd turn out all the hoes that's heterosexual Smack conceited niggas right off the pedestal I'd
he feels." [Sample from the Conan O'Brien show.] "That, so they say that, in ya know like, Houston or something, you'd say it's a hundred and eighty
, the skill of an artist [ Ryu ] It's just twenty percent skill Eighty percent fear Be a hundred percent clear cause Ryu is ill Who would've thought that he'd
niggas with your maybe beef We gonna be here forever, you're temporary like baby teeth I'm in and out the night clubs, A-D-D Dark blue Benz, navy seats, eighty
U on the avenue why oh why there ain't shit to do But then sir jinx played his mix and you thought that shit played out in eighty six Lookin for
bitch (Chorus - Ja Rule) Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah) If you'd lie for me, like you lovin me Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah) If you'd die for me, like
phones or chase dudes, I choke 'em like bass tubes every whip, every bitch, every leather coat since '88 to right now I was never broke back then I was V'd
showed up in court on my dog and did his thang Nigga did my nigga now I got to bust his brain Nigga woulda did me my dog'd do the same His lady callin
new Eight-three I did me, eight-four I had grew Eighty-five it got live, eight-six in the mix Eighty-seven in the kicks, eighty-eight in the whips Eighty
Young men, soldiers, nineteen fourteen Marching through countries they'd never seen Virgins with rifles, a game of charades All for a children's crusade
met so many years before We’ll rock our babies on that very front porch After all this time, you and I I’ll be eighty-seven; you’ll be eighty-nine I
I really don't know what to say [x3] Ha ha ha Johnstones two thousand eighty five I'd lock up your girlfriends Ladies and gentlemen, We are the mother
Once in your life you find her Someone that turns your heart around And next thing you know you're closing down the town Wake up and she's still with
