of friends Now we can't even make a mends You told the world I did so wrong Guess it's time tol say "So long" What I know is what's wrong with yours Your
niggas wasn't near me, clearly See, they ain't even like me tho' Those dude reachable, I'm like Captain E.O. But this about you and me tho' Let's
it's hot, look I ain't gon' stop til everybody's shot Muammar Khadaf's the dot, X mark the spot with an infrared to your head, left for dead Fuck the
up on your porch, so be Careful what you say, there ain't no punks over here so follow me Through the fog like I'm S-N-double-O-P Let me guide you through
smell that? This is special right here What-what, what-what-what? Yeah, it's a toast to the boogie baby Uhh, to the boogie-oogie-oogie Yeah, y'know! What's
Some say the ghetto's Sick and corrupted Plus my P.O. won't let me hang With the brothers I grew up with Tryin to keep my head up And stay strong
low let me turn it up In your brain and the baby will.i.am's be saying [HOOK] [VERSE 2] Tabamatic flows deeper than atlantic o's Apl de ap got
, it's goin down That I be overseas gettin them G's fall out please, you know it's goin down Lil Wayne's song describe my smallest bank account silly
got it bad But there ain't nothing wrong with that Found a girl that makes me wanna go Places I ain't never been before She's so sick like a dope
your ear till my sperm is up In your brain and the baby will.i.am's be saying [HOOK] [VERSE 2] Tabamatic flows deeper than atlantic o's Apl de
to peel your cap Now who’s the mack? Who’s the hoe? Who’s the trick? I got many, many styles won’t you take a pick But don’t be alarmed When I trip
we came With so much of everything, how do we leave with nothing Lack of visual empathy equates the meaning of L-O-V-E Hatred and attitude tear us entirely Let's
gone be less Come prepared, man I swear they wanna be down with my team Don't let the shit talkin' on them CD's fool you That ain't what they really mean
you Now you noticeable and can't nobody get control of you 1 a.m. and can't nobody get a hold of you I'm calling your brother's phone, like what was
What's up? What's up? What's up? You wanna try your luck You move you weave you bob you got stuck And now you're trippin with your fuckin brain You
know the D E A L When it comes to dealin' with the females What you got they want, cash is what they need Slip sucker and they'll break you with speed
show up on your porch so be Careful what you say, there ain't no punks over here so follow me Through the fog like I'm S N double O P Let me guide you
had no silver spoon But you got a long walk, tryna fit Timbaland's shoes And next up(I believe that's me) And what's your name(D.O.E. on the M-I-C) And