and it isn't me. Flip my initials and see what it says: Nothing to "WE." Now flip them back again. It's perception as a curse and what's worse is apathy
I’ve put up a false bravado masteroff.org But Marshall is not a egomaniac that’s not his motto HE’s not a desperado he’s desperate it’s startin to bottle
't handle it like a man And that's when it just happens And I snap and it's a wrap, and it's a scrap an then it isn't crap is it? Hip-Hop isn't a sport
that Her pistol in the ceilin' that's her survival pack And do I love her nawww man I just love her spirit Blind deaf or crazy it's money over bitches
can't handle it like a man And that's when it just happens And I snap and it's a wrap, and it's a scrap an then it isn't rap is it? Hip-Hop isn't a sport
keep my head up And show my loyalty for Eazy E, even though I'm fed up 1997 hey, everybody grab ya weapon, it's the art of war It don't stop, it won
him low, we gotta get money so fuck it just show him what's real 'Cause it's all about money, money, yeah Don't get in my way Fuckin' with my money '
Layzie Bone] [Bizzy:] See baby got it goin' on, but she was born in a fucked up home, and ain't nobody filling her mama's seen a vista, (?) the niggas
Tryin' to raise the roof, we wanna fuck it up We wanna do whatever it is the fuck you call it As long you get out the fuckin' way, let Cypress come through
you pouted long enough It isn't them it's you you fuckin', baby Quit worrying about what they do and do fuckin' Shady I'm fucking going crazy Is anybody
on and on and on Check it out, check it out, to the break of, break of dawn Who's that, guess, one of the L.O.N.S. And a Tribe Called Quest, East Coast
s right there It's over, it's over Hey, yo, who the fuck is that? It's over, run, it's over, run It's over, it's over All science addicts, religious
it's working hurt Doing dirt they spit it, you can borrow, I mean it Any ... confrontation on currency, ... stacking while I'm acting all low ...we see it it
fuck the world FUCK THE WORLD! Fuck 'em all FUCK 'EM ALL Fuck you, fuck me, fuck us Fuck Tom, fuck Mary, fuck Gus Fuck Dairius Fuck the West coast And
it pushin' it in my ear-fuck! Lord oh please what's happening to me?- It's the poisonous air from the smokestacks G Seeping in my head, fucking up my
that Her pistol in the ceilin' that's her survival pack And do I love her naw, man I just love her spirit Blind, deaf or crazy it's money over bitches Now everybody
got this bed it's too crowded for you to come get in it i spit that tech shiza off to yall it's crazy, even michael jackson said "it's off the wall" i
