be with you Deep inside I hope you feel it too Waited on a line of greens and blues Just to be the next to be with you Build up your confidence So you
only talk about Jews Do you fools listen to music or do you just skim through it See I'm influenced by the ghetto you ruined The same dude you gave nothing
Better watch what you say Just when you thought you were safe Them fuckers got you on tape You swear to god you was playin Whether or not you was little
it? You know, you actin' like you don't know.. We run it.. You know but you actin' like you don't know.. Who run it? You know, you actin' like you don
get you too) Relax duke you need to chill Something seriously wrong with you [Chorus] You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch You really are a heel You're as cuddly
't a flick you ain't gon' come back on, you ain't that strong You knew it was wrong, but you asked for it baby You'se a pink nigga, ski mask for it
-1, we go live Oh baby you're a classic Like a little black dress You're a faded moon Stuck on a little hot mess (little hot mess) And oh baby you're
Japanese people are," Stop it don't look at the gunmen, You don't wanna get the soldiers wonderin', If you gonna run or not, 'Cause if you run then you
of the ten great Mr. Media, look inside your encyclopedia 2002, see Ice Cube Fuck a five-star, I'm a live star What you got to die for? Who you wanna
the shit you know you really wanna do when we buzz it (hahaha) [K-Mac] If I was fucking you, shit, it'd be like drama (yeah) And you might get tripped
They told me how to make big hits and spend digits Can you dig it? You fed, you dead, see red My lead, yo head, I fed Like you shit I got rhymes
wanna frisk me And young with this dough I get they wanna twist me You love Mr., hi oh now you wanna kiss me But dead or me doin a bid you gunna miss
n-gga peep the sh-t I’m wylin’ on I be with your baby momma you be with your child at home Big Mo, Big Red, two cups made of styrofoam big cheese big
Let me show you how I live See I can take you high Spend a little dough Shut them all down Take you out them plain clothes Baby I can make you fly Do it in the day So tell me if you down Baby what you
Mr. 3-0-5 for nothing. I earned that shit! Dale!! Whoooo ow! [Hook:] I dont mess with the smack I dont mess with the blow I dont mess with the
the half My Romeo's step down on the pedal my back keeps on scrapin the metal I be coastin and be coastin, hittin three wheel motion with my rimz and
t need ya I barely gotta text the call back You ol lying ass nigga You're a dog Out here chasin paper Fuckin bitches Nah Nah nigga you're too late Live with it Now you
