for too many years, you gave me slack Tell me, what did you think That I was a idiot? Or, how many years you thought i'd take yo shit I'm out, I'm
leave it, You better gain way You better hit bull's eye, The kid don't play If there was a problem, Yo, I'll solve it Check out the hook while my DJ
fuck I'm going, how the hell I get out See at times like this, you gotta depend on your folk See we got that lil' bit, but rather spend it on dope Now I'm out
minutes before they finally left Then I got up and ran to the janitor's storage booth Kicked the door hinge loose and ripped out the four inch screws
bet he probably just want's to see how upset you would get I'll go handle this of course, unless you object" "Ahh go fuck his brains out, if any's left
take it, the bitch still hates me One day she said, go rake leaves, I said, make me! I'm proud to announce I was probably the first kid Who was kicked out
, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now Oh shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this shit out? {Chorus: Dido} My tea's gone cold I'm wonder why I.. got out
the Bat-Mansion and relaxin' When all a sudden some bullshit comes across the scanners It's Can-i-bitch on some "Stan Lives" shit It creeped me out at
You are appreciated Verse One: 2Pac When I was young me and my mama had beef Seventeen years old kicked out on the streets Though back at the time, I
380 I can't wait 'till I see death [Whoo Kid:] (Damn!, Bring it back) [50 Cent:] Nights like this I wish Rain drops would fall a all 5 heartbeats left
, my buddy Where ever I go, he go My Buddy, my buddy You can run for your life when I stick him out da window My buddy, my buddy I'll lay ya ass out motha
buddy, my buddy Wherever I go, he go My buddy, my buddy Can run for your life on the stick up out the window My buddy, my buddy I lay your ass out mothafucka
you mad? Oh you cant do that Im so forgetful, they callin me cocky I come up out the jewler, they callin me Rocky Its the ice on my neck man, the wrist and my left
been gone through static, shot at with automatics Since 90, when Nas came out with «Illmatic» If Suge was home, Death Row would be good for me Cause Tommy Matola ain't shootin out
only think about yourself. (Father) I only think about myself, it's me again? You self-centered bitch! You're the one complaining all the time, but when that kid freaks out
only think about yourself. I only think about myself, it's me again? You self-centered bitch! You're the one complaining all the time, but when that kid freaks out
) [B.o.B - Verse 1] Lets pretend like its 98, like I’m eating lunch off of Styrofoam treys Trying to be the next rapper coming out the A Hoping for a
all along And I'm hoping Remember I'm a kid I know not what I did Just having fun You couldn't wait for something new And yesterday I thought of you It left
