be me They disrespect me then they beg me for a Re-tweet Then we see them on the camera, walking, talking trynna do it like me No you don't do it like me
They ask me am I ok. They ask me if I'm happy Are they asking me that because of the sh-t thats been thrown at me or am I just a little snappy and they
flyin' high up there, they've got a lot to learn Because you can't keep a good man down They shame me, blame me, tryin' to frame me But they can't keep
Arlington Park, but at Belmont, Aqueduct and Bay Meadows. The Devil falls for Martha hard; as only a middle-aged man can fall for a beautiful heartless young girl. Believe me
P; now the police is after me Askin me questions, tellin me shit you only knew Pulled up on me out the blue, all this shit because of you Watch to do
racist but dope the X Clan take this Which reminds me back in '89 me and Kim broke up for the first time She was try na two time me and there was this
the joint in case niggaz start brawlin, because I see em FALLIN to the strong point One by one they losin down the line A fifty buck roll, a duck blows, old nigga pay me
Again I start this but I'll add a new twist So the masses can't resist The message brought by a Panther strictly To relieve the disease of the sickly
a fool again Shame on you, shame on you, shame on you, shame on you, shame on love Shame on you, shame on you, shame on you, shame on you, shame on
Mr. Mix Mr. DJ play that beat Won't you play if for me? In the mix mister hop Forward hop back, hop, hop, hop The second somebody dies somebody else
[Lil Sicko] As I pull out the strap and get ready to kill Seeing you on the floor, is my big fucking thrill Trying to kill me again, HA, don't make me
And that's just part of the message I thought I had to send you about the evil that men do Tell me, don't you think it's a shame? When someone can put
uh) They got me trapped Can barely walk tha city streets Without a cop harassing me, searching me Then asking my identity Hands up, throw me up against
this earth to my dismay. TIME TO PAY! Palms are sweaty im bout to vomit. I grabbed the knife outta my belt and jab it in her stomach. Again and again
all comin' back to me Tell me what's going on, I know what I'm doin' is wrong Can you hear me Lord when I'm callin' forgive me my baby? How am I supposed
does she feels disgraced But she gon love me tomorrow (Love me tomorrow) Love me tomorrow (Love me tomorrow) x3 [Tech N9ne] What kind of fan are you Just because
, where the rapper niggas They clappin' up and now they tell everyone Misery loves company so we done with thee Enemy when it be energy sendin' me the route My negativity trippin' wit me