yourself Hard as nails stiff facedself You?re such a man Hold your dock above your head walk this town with your "tuff" friends You?re such a man
pumpin' I get ya back around three we can do it one mo' gen Message to them hater middle finger to the wind Let my chain swang with a limp in my walk
I got a little lisp and I've been working on my limp wrist Women are a drag and I think I wanna be a faggot now A mincing ninny A prancing fairy merry
I got a little lisp and I've been working on my limp wrist Women are a drag and I think I wanna be a faggot now A mincing ninny a prancing fairy merry
love you honey but I hate those friends That fat cat Frank got a heart of gold He's got a head of lead, he's young but he acts old That limp wrist two
you don't stop, uh-huh and you don't stop We in this great lakes state eatin' steaks n shrimp It's kinds hard to miss the crew cause' we all got limps
, niggaz snitchin' for the po po I'm frozen, neck, wrist, fingers no joke I smoke that nigga like a purple stick Smoke a bitch pussy till she walk with a limp
don't lie, take your time Lie for what? Never been that type of chick Rubber band around the wrist, be the type to grip And flip the script, send your ass home all limp
fire, four hit, one crushed the pelvis. The others went through his wrist. How's that for accurate? The kids scarred for life. Equipped with a permanent limp
about this time, bitch I got candy in my cup, candy in my car Candy on my wrist, candy on my car Smokin' on this chocolate, my neck piece is so sparklin' Man
mic I'll make a sad fan appreciate rap again Fuck around and forget just how wack it's been I'm a bad man (Why's that?) I catch bullets in my molars,
like this man They cool but they ain't like this man Got ice on my neck and my wrist man Ya'll niggas can't do it like this man And I'm still on top
seen better punchlines at the prom waiting for drinks. Yo I spit flames. Leave you chokin in hell. Me losin battles? Picture Bow Wow smokin a "L". Look at your wrists all limp
Money all mine, I give a fuck if you fine My crew, doggish, Sic-Wid-It hoggish Ball in two-thousand, suckers ain't allowed in Catch me on the track with the froze up wrists
? I just smile, I'm so content And I ain't even got yellow stones on my wrist I hear the world saying I'm supposed to be rich But I don't buy that, man
You can bring John Gotti back too nigga... He'll tell you nigga... I'm gangsta nigga... I was murdered inc before anything man... Black Wall Street, Murder Inc man
cool yea i remember it then but it could never ever happen again (the real stuff) that bizcuit band man they sure went limp just like the wrist of my
a whole pill not chip ahoy From East Oakland the valley to the Frisc Ia??m compact like this Should I write, man its all from the wrist When I recite buy it Man
