You gotta give You gotta give me a better reason to listen to you it's gonna take it's gonna take more than shouting at me to make me concede you
You gotta give You gotta give me a better reason to listen to you it's gonna take it's gonna take more than shouting at me to make me concede you should
for this life and where to keep it? It's kinda sad when you don't know the meanin' But everything happens for a reason (everything happens for a reason
butter There's no other word, go ask your mother Hard solid as your city ( ? ) Born in Brooklyn, can tell by the way that I walk and talk Strollin with a slight limp
combination for this life and where they keep it? It's kinda sad when you don't know the meanin' But everything happens for a reason (Everything happens for a reason
it won't stop Cause I'm Too $hort baby on the microphone and I'm macking I'm not a wannabe pimp, I never simp Since I started walking I had this limp
stop Cause I'm Too $hort baby on the microphone And I'm macking Hit it! I'm not a wanna-be pimp, I never simp Since I Started walking I had this limp
lip Punchin out hits like Gladys Knight and the Pips The five-foot assassin has just raided your area Your booty rhymes are wack and that's the reason
with the kid, gotta throw ya moms over the bridge RP put the hawk to ya over ya ribs Keep thinkin' that the god is chillin' I'm the reason custies is
gets a rap from these critics But do we always gotta cry Do we always gotta live inside a lie Life's just a blast cuz its movin' really fast So ya better
to be star-struck, come over to you You better shut your fuckin' mouth while you oh-for-two Back in ninety-four Limp opened the show for you Rocked the crowd better
can do this, forever infinite Then reminisce, twenty years later how we was gettin' it Either with me go against the grain you better hit me Leggin' me or robbin' me niggaz better
a reason to sleep, nigga Or bustin' massive 'round some S.K. My last trip to A T L, I fucked yo' cascade I'm strippin' bitches and I'ma ball fucker with a limp
in copper wire, scraped of it's insides, unwashed behind the ears, fueling the crooked names spoken by leeches. To a thinning cowlick's fat his crippled limp
overdose (dose) Hombre negocio es en la casa, it's over folks (folks) Gettin money from coast to coast and that's the reason I hold the most Better not
that befo' Actin like you ain't seen my bling through the do' (bling) I move to a ho, just for one reason Cause bitches need 9-1-1 for no reason [Chorus
I'm Not Saying I'm Gonna Change The World But I Garantee That I Will Spark The Brain That will Change The World Better Show Respect Before I Lose It
this is it kid [Noyd Verse 1] Yo, they can't fuck with that boy Noyd I'm ill I'm too real They don't know what beef is, these niggaz better chill See
