going and be seen and just go and be me and there was no inbetween you either loved it or hate it, every cd critics gave it the 3, then 3 years later
able to sleep so i take 3 naps Just to be able to function throughout the day lets see That's an ambian each nap how many valium 3 And that will average
Thank God, I got a little girl And I'm a responsible father So not a lot of good, i'd be to my daughter layin' in the bottom of the mud Must be in my
didn't know it was me All the treacherous, evil deeds of the D yeah that was me Pickin' up the kid from the game, I just wasn't chasin' the fame I been
Oh Ah Oh Ah Poo Poo Ca Ca [ Verse 3 ] Any opinions or somethin you just wanna get off your chest And address it about my lyrics I'd love to hear it
, I don’t look like a millionnaire, but I feel like a million bucks, ladies wont ya fill your cups, Shady’s come to fill ya up, if your a D or a C cup
In the life we live as thugs, Everbody fuckin wit us so can't you see It's hard to be a man. Ridin wit my gun in hand. Why explain the game? Niggas ain
my gat In my hood niggas might buck at me, so I keep somethin' around to buck back In my hood [Verse 2] I don't trust a mothafuckin' soul when the D
so lame, all these girls look the same All these guys have no game, I wish I would have stayed In my bed, back at home, watching TV alone Where I'd
tells me Automatic is the key behind the game, see But even if they'd know I'd still be the sure shot, master of the ceremony 1 & 2 & 3 & 4 C'mon, c
till you no longer breather black Make it hot Standin on the corner wit the g-pack Look at me Lampin in defiance wit my seats back Got the game to fuck
Straight spittin’ Flipmode squad _the_imperial_ I’ll bust all you cats in the game for malpractice I’m in jersey, where I’m paying no taxes I’ll stick
7: dinco d L - o - n - s! Zeeker with zest zen jive as crazy Minds combine elevating the maze Of a cartible character scripture of a picture Picture mister d
tonia, my name is busta My name is dianna, my is busta And what do you take me for the little loco push over No shame in my game cos that’s how I got
hustler ask about, ask about me [Chorus] [Verse 3] Yeah they made you got saved don't be spend the cahnge In fifth grade I was hustling my genesis game
Murder was the case and they blamed me [Verse 3 - Chamillionaire/Slick Rick:] And you can see your screwed as the evidence pours in The witness to the crime was at 3
me Try to ask me if Rick Ross still a G Journalists need to get up off my D Him and E-Class always kept it real with me The rap game looking so childish
ho's breathless Paint shinning brite like morning breakfast Once I slide up in the party pull the best fits Yo chick still want me even though she pregnant Run game