steak is gone, you will eat the beans. And when you're out of beans, you'll chew the shoes off their feet, But you eat. Just picture me a?? a sweet young
'm a turn him out You know I love you like cooked food You know you fucking with a good dude You know you give good brain like you graduated from a good
you know? What did you care? What did you know? What did you care? What did you know? What did you care? What did you know? What did you care? Anarchy
possibly Guns too big for you, to ever try stoppin' me Talk out your mouth, you better speak properly [Trife Da God] Aiyo, first of all, you ain't worth
get you tingling & itching Got to have the right ingredients before you can start Like 1 part gangsterism & 1 part heart 2 parts of keeping it G & add you
me) And baby when you're through, you can hide me (Hide me) I wanna be your new Sex Crymee Now what you talkin 'bout? [DJ Quik] You actin like you aint tired You
you like UGH! I steal your mics and pull the plugs at your shows you like WHA! Your new Timbs, I'm steppin' all on your toes, you like WHOA! I hate you
more Friend what is it that you seek What is it that you try to find Someday I hope you realized It shined in you all the time. Hills to climb,
envelop you My depth is too heated for you to swallow Like a newborn sipping Thera Flu I got several methods to stretch you in my weapon pool So move! Unless you
we know that she goes, so no need for egos But you tries and lost like when Shack shoots his freethrows I'm Michael you Tito's, you rappers just freeloads Part
live spitters in the game of rap! All you dudes say you nice, but you niggas is wack! Where my lyricists at? ! Where my lyricists at? ! Where the fuck you
spitters in the game of rap! All you dudes say you nice, but you n****s is wack! Where my lyricists at? ! Where my lyricists at? ! Where the f*** you
You know how it go, son Ice Water, Ice Water [Verse 1: Prodigy] Infinite, check it out In-stoppable, in-touchable, you couldn't flex on me if you was
a minute mutha fuckers turn timid It's the T-R-I-C-E can you feel that shit [Hook] Is you mutha fuckers ready Can you feel it? Can you feel that shit
watch you take flight ...My nigga how does it feel? Ha ha! Yessur! [Verse 2] Nigga you don't know me I'm part Howard Hues, part horny, part holy First
bizack? It's ya boy Face Mob Started with an eightball, gotta get this cake dawg Give niggaz a break, nah, you know how the game go Fuck you think I
him to let that bitch go Why you standin there? Posin you like Donna Karan wear Nigga save that, the same shit you had it last year You be runnin with