farm, got some muscle in my arms But still I'm not a self-made man I feel the run for many years to come I'll be searching door to door And given some
I could go back to every laugh But I don't wanna go there anymore And I know all the steps up to your door But I don't wanna go there anymore Talk to
in a tenth of the time It may take you pricks to catch on while you strong arm like Stretch Armstrong Man, I still say K-Marts like there's an apostrophe 'S' on the door
Well, he ran around Late at night Holding hands Making light of everything That came before But there she was Behind the door She hit them with her
Willie and Laura Mae Jones Were our neighbors as long time back They lived right down the road from us In a shack just like our shack We worked in the
, took my lumps Fell down and I got right back up But I need that spark to get psyched back up And in order for me to pick the mic back up I don't know
Now I'm caught up in the mix and I can't do shit But still I can't ride with program, fearing no man Hit the car door, let the door slam It's a blessing
Black fatigues, skullies and binoculars, C4, block your doors, nigga's can't stop this war I show you fagots what this Swartz is for Hidding spots in the door
s all alone and Love the dark chocolate tone and Ahead of my time, I live what's said in my rhymes The cars and the chedda is mine We ain't, the type to sit back
[Notorious B.I.G.] Yo, check it Call Lil' Cease Tell that muh'f**ker to bring me some muh'f**kin weed for this hospital man f**k that Tell that reporter
the most hoes Come on, you can even ask Don Juan It's official now, they all rock Sean John Might have to change my name to strong arm You came to get money man
never imagine, what's about to happen right now (Hey yo check this out) [Verse: P. Diddy] Hey yo I'm back by popular demand and shit Niggaz want the
the grand high exhaulted At your door with a portrait of the raw shit Picture that while I spit anthrax On your cd, tape, and wax so stand back You don
Now how you ain't gon change the locks? (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Didn't sit there and call the cops (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Got up out the back door like whoa! (OH
how you ain't gon' change the locks? (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Didn't sit there and call the cops (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Got in bout the back door LIKE WHOA (OH THAT
I cried for you A man's has these feelings too Same shit that y'all go through I been here before Sometimes the pain you ignore Until it's right at your door
, sippin on Whitman cool mints Rumors spread, half a G she took, six or more Two bagged up, four went raw Back of my mind countin up the big score Violators from the door