lover They say, just a pretender I know something's taking over now I wanna run but I don't know how You just crossed my border now Standing face to face
m still the man back in my city Ugh, put the cream on the acne like Diddy (what'chu mean?) Show you how to make 'em put the paper in your face Let
What's the matter, anyway Fat cat's licking cream Dirty business Hard and mean Narrow eyes and hungry days There's got to be A better way Something here about my face
he was hungry he didn't know (he didn't know) he didn't know (he didn't know) he didn't know he was hungry he was hungry someone had a knife (someone
on all the friends you shitted You probably won't admit it So you start to sink lower You're caught in the flood And you're tryin' to find Noah If you hungry
, I just wanna make you mine. All I need is just a little, baby... All I need is a little time... If you really want it in your face, Then we better
prove shit I put chalk around ya head like a pool stick (yea) I gotta have bucks on the waist I'm hungry like a south african with fly stuck to his face
Know you by waste and not by your face. Not by introduction not by handshake. Not by the things that you own, but the things you dispose. It's not a case
shadow of a ghost bearing innocence Constative voices preach Talk of truth in their political speak Carry on 'til they're blue in the face And my point
no good We keep smiling on your face Don't tell we are not friends! Don't tell our only interest Is nothing other than pelf Colony of hungry maggots We
my very sweet companion Shes the angel of compassion And shes rubbing half the world against her thigh Every drinker every dancer Lifts a happy face
if I ever leave Game get rid of me? Not little me Man I got 'em I'mma get 'em B (I got 'em B) I'm hungry like I didn't eat I want it like I didn't see
named me Fire Wayne, wit lots of change You can catch me in an aqua range, squattin things With them twenty-two inch chopper blades Diamond face wit tha
the side of em... goonies on the side of em... anybody can get it boy be careful on the side of them... these niggas are burial guns no fearial... money hungry
't make it. And the due date is close. Well heaven knew it took a part of me. But I only speak, I only speak when I'm hungry. Now the lights on my face
's gone fruit loops it's the perfect job Cook 'em just to see the look on their face. I cook 'em just to see the look on their face. (x10 total) Mommy
Am I sweating All these tears on my face Should I be hungry? I cant remember the last time that i ate. Call someone I need a friend to take me down But