you doin nigga. Where you think you goin. Where you think you goin. Where you think you goin. Aiiyo, what you movin for. Where you think you goin. Where you
, chi-ching Arrest you lyrically flow and caress you Bless you, then a nigga come to your rescue While you assume a nigga blossom and bloom I'm comin' soon hit you
for dance) You can pull the trigger or you can build you an ark My words are rather kind you keep them held in contempt Looking for a nine and then a
briddonx You ain't no kiddon for the terror squadron You feel the fear of God when I steal a car And flatten ya Pierre Cardin I peirce ya noggin' if you
in you muthaf-ckers this art imitate my life you WorldStarHipHop fame based off imitation white eliminate the fools ghouling imitation ice my music for your soul, inspiration for
money, chi ching Arrest you lyrically flow and caress you Bless you, then a nigga come to your rescue While you assume a nigga blossom and bloom I'm comin' soon hit you
you doin' nigga? Where you think you goin'? Where you think you goin'? Where you think you goin'? Aiiyo, what you movin' for? Where you think you goin'? Where you
, I was confounded by you Now I'm still a boy, I am indebted to you Every song, I ever wrote was written for you Written for you Now I'm feeling flat, you
stand It's all for one and one for all We live for will be wiped out I feel that something's (Wrong) Surprise, surprise they're gone Full moon your
her for me.... Better I said La... Feeling light-headed , fly through the wall You realize words that come after what you plan for I need you
grow. It's a pretty sight to see. You, my son, shall blossom as the flower below. I will be your raindrops. You will be my rose. Listen while I tell you
The western landscapes, towering And from my shell of a body The flowers blossom for picking Why do I always need to need you when you're fleeting? Where do you
to bash me because I borrowed your basket of bottlecaps," blurted Bert. "Are you batty?" bellowed Burly Barney. "Those bottlecaps are boring! They were driving me bananas! Thank you for
how to pitch that work And bein' a hard head, will get you hurt Niggaz is wet up, and can't wait to let that pistol jerk Nigga Imma seed, in a garden full
A little bird, he told me so, he said come on, get on the go Open your eyes the sky is full of butterflies The blossoms on the trees stir up the honey
?m grateful for the way you?ve always hurried me along When you flap your wings to stretch yourself, it might seem small to you But you change the world
tasting So much blood is lacking now I dreamt for your bit lips, haunted like waves In the ecstatic arch of evening: You and the night, you and the mountain You and tomorrow, you