around quit playin nigga you can't shine You gon be that next chump to end up in the trunk After bein hit by the pump, is that whut you want? Be easy nigga, I'll lay your
to help me fight Deep in my mind lies the map of my destiny Deep in my heart lies the strength to conquer myself In your nightmares In your dreams
put a lock on your clik Your style is past tense Hold on, Hold on You just started rappin Ever since you heard the shit We fuckin wit it's platinum Slow your
put a lock on your clik Your style is past tense Hold on, hold on You just started rappin Ever since you heard the shit We fuckin wit it’s platinum Slow your
gettin it, I be gettin it If you ain't out here grindin then mind your business Don't think your grind can compare to mine Cause I got toys that'll put yours
like your laptop so tell 'em that on iChat Uh, you should mind your bidness here, you should mind your bidness dear All this money I'ma get this year, that mean your
Let me take you on a trip Around the world and back And you won't have to move You just sit still Now let your mind do the walking And let my body do
just take it back (I feel) they're only words (your hair) we hold the tethers (through my) we're here together (fingers) we paint the night (every) only
how many niggaz wanna hate cause i left how can you blame me and my plan of tact cause of risking my soul intact now im heard all over the map homie
at these blue skies, and think what a disguise That's why its called the "Magic City", it's a treat to your eyes Cross the bridge and it'll fuck with ya mind
't seem to (?) you Touchdown on the new mason-dixon Line-up map was ripped and torn Jilted frame with all hope gone And I don't mind if you sing a
bad boy. Bad bad bad bad bad bad boy (Shut your mouth, all of it tangled in your mind). Tangible, the way that I want you to feel...To me! (Light the match, your
not look like much I'm yours And though my edges may be rough And never feel I'm quite enough It may not seem like very much But I'm yours You
Hello Mr. Mosley I’m glad you’re my maker My Loyalty lies in your hands, you’re my breath taker Your body, your kiss is in unknown demand So take command
street Nevertheless, we split your head and your chest, now rock to the beat Yo, we got the obscure shit for the street Nevertheless, we split your head and your
Our lungs were meant to shout Say what we feel, yell out what's real Even though it may not bring mass appeal Your opinion is yours, my opinion is mine
do me up a whole damn crew The Geto Boys was trippin, but my mind's trickin me too Cause diss me, and I meet you one day And bet your life it won't be
boys respect your name Keep your heaters at close reach cocked and ready Cause the streets will catch you slipping, rock ya steady Watch your back with your
