't you fucking leave? you crowd around me. I can't fucking breathe. ALl those words you wrote on paper, it's time for me to set ablaze. Hang yourself. Just
won't you fucking leave? you crowd around me. I can't fucking breathe. ALl those words you wrote on paper, it's time for me to set ablaze. Hang yourself. Just
Gimme good brain Watch the wood grain, don't want no cum stain Bitch you listening tryna' turn me down Slut I'm talking to you, turn me back up Are you insane tryna talk
gimme good brain watch the wood grain, don’t want no cum stain bitch you listening tryna’ turn me down slut I’m talking to you, turn me back up are you insane tryna talk
I just be sayin that to get you mad I can't listen to that song, that shit's too sad! You know I just be sayin that to get you mad He'll never make it
like clay pigeons and I'm shootn' skeet I just yell pull and MMM drops the beat You people call yourselves MC's but you're garbage men Takin' out the trash
I wake up and look upon your painted eyelids The world is your oyster And the trash bags are your kids The ceiling is invisible There's a bird sinking
? You wake up to every single morning, that’s me Busta rhymes with the loudest talking Living to regret what they did to you, stay talking Talking shit
What's ya name dog?) Cassidy (Man, tell 'em again) Caissidy (Man, where ya from?) Philly (Talk to 'em talk to 'em) If ya ready to feel me (Talk to' em talk
open up my wallet and it start illuminatin Do your damage, do it, talk your talk and mutilate me Money talks, me and Ben always communicatin (hello)
bag I be talkin trash, let me throw away my swag (let me throw away my swag) I be talkin math baby, they be talkin half (half) I be talkin yacht language
it made now Just pray to God I don't get you [Verse 1 - Chingy] Back slap that ass Clap that ass Dropping body bags Glocks and mags Four blocks you fast Talk your trash
1: In my house We dress to impress Flip down your collar, man You look like a mess In my house I see you let yourself in Got no class, you talk trash
Oh no! How low can you go Driving fast to get to work Queen is there just being a jerk Running her mouth a million miles an hour She's talking trash
Never forget the blood sweat and tears The uphill struggle over years the fear and Trash talking and the people it was to And the people that started it just
yep, I'm the m-m-man...word DTP's about that bomb shit [VERSE 1:] When Premier puts the needle on the record then I put it on blaast, your flow is garbage, I throw it in the trash
for who I am and what I do I am just a person trying to live my life just like you You got your fancy suit yeah you got your caviar I'm just a young
work me the way you say It's okay, it's alright I got something that you gon' like Hey is that the truth or are you talking trash Is your game M.V.P