see On your TV that rates worse than PG Just bring your ass to where they got me So you can feel the hand of the dead body Nigga don't believe that
us Three time felons in shorts with jealous thoughts Tryin' figure where your mail is, guesstimate the weight you sellin' So they can send shots straight to your
Is fat, bald men decided to write songs And teach Mouseketeers to sing I'll stick Britney Spears in a room full of mirrors So she gets fifty years of
would change Bought a Benz, thought it might earn respect But the OPD found it hard to accept I got jacked by the [unverified] Face down on the ground, keep my hands
you Fans turn on you attorney's all gonna turn it to To get their hands on every dime you have They want you to lose your mind every time you mad So
your semester unpacking your suitcases filling up your dresser enjoy it while you got it, after that it's God bless ya life is your professor, you know
my song And it's a song that's strong about right and wrong And I'm rock it to you, baby, baby, all night long And it's a song about love, happiness
your cell It was plain to see that your life was lost You was cold and your body swung back and forth But now your eyes sing the sad, sad song Of
the folks stuck in the day with nothin' to say While I'm way ahead by light years so beware and keep the lights on I wanna write the songs that right
know your name, like Alicia Keys To many featured emcees and producers is popular Twelve thousand spins, nobody got to coppin' her Album, how come, you the hot garbager The years clear your
In the measured pool, pistol with mase, and broke the handle Desperate crawlin' to the door on all fours Shim kicked the jukebox the theme song rode in was "It's Yours
a turtle Not Lisa Turtle, just a turtle High school track, he ran the hurdle His peers shed tears senior year when he got murdered Now Alberto was your
a turtle Not Lisa Turtle just a turtle High school track he ran the hurtle His peers shed tears his senior year when he got murdered Now Alberto was your
you can relate to what I'm feeling Put your hands in the air for me Let me see you Naw, matter of fact clap your hands for me Clap your hands, come
breaks Fucking with your boy, get your punk ass whole face Drop you like a dope case, faster than a pony kick Nigga beat your feet, kick some rocks with
Get your hands up Where my people that's over 20 now? Where my people that's over 30 now? Where my people that's over 40 now? Classic, that's what they
hand swingin' the rope Wearin' red, white and blue, Jack and his crew The guy's authorized beat down for the brown Man to the man, each one so it teach
the sad song your momma sings Just surge your ass your on your way to killa king nigga So now I stand with heat in my hand for my whole life span 'Cause