sendin' messages Two and two makes four, Cristals crazily pour Gun wars my crew phantom like swords With the green leathers, hunded pound snakes and cakes
to me It really don't matter to me It really don't matter to me (what to say?) Yo Yo, I'm from the school of hard knocks Streets, not books F*** the
the start But something always got in the way Weve been sitting in your backyard for hours But she wont even come out and say hi While my mother baked a little cake
But something always got in the way We've been sitting in your backyard for hours But she won't even come out and say hi While my mother baked a little cake
flow banned That's cool, if I don't kick these prayers A lot of flood and famines gonna hit these years Kamachi back on the chapel stairs Open the clouds
Rae] Good shit, nigga next time, no more whatever shit [Nas] Fakes be celebratin but they be mistaken [Ghf] Word to the wise [Rae] Keep your eyes open
at yer looks Your voice or your face And by any number of bets in the book Will be rollin' long after the bubblegum craze You need something to open
I know I got her shook Oh baby take it from me Baby like a crook I've been reading you Like an open book [Bridge: The-Dream] Sing it to me now Purse,
Yes Sir, I Will" The door stands open - Across lines, invisible hands are held, golden streamers building in the night. <a href="http://www.testimania
evasive, cut all the faces, catch all the cases, this real You rather bet'cha life than face me I mean I got this rap game locked with more cake than
And We Was Smoking, Joking And Poppin Bottles Getting Open Storking Poking And Poppin Modles I Was Hoping That They Could Get Paper With Me But When I Start Gettin Cake
m doin' the damn thang (for real) Blow money like it grow on trees But bitches is birds, so I buy 'em sunflower seeds (yea) Ya lil' nigga open, he brought
study every inch about you Fast math measuring what you amount to The laughter, the screams! The numeral, the song of Psalms The book of dreams! Ends
steady sizing every inch about you Fast math measuring what you amount to The laughter, the screams The numeral, the soul of songs, the book of dreams
spray or pop blocks Break niggas take niggas, look for the fake niggas Step on it so fast, he a cake nigga A weak nigga, a freak nigga I got them books
Aynsley: Nineteen who? Guy From Alabama: Kegs, you know . . . Aynsley: Cakes of what? Meredith: Gee Jimmy, that's cool! Aynsley: Cakes. Cheers. Yeah,
show mi posse may tek her Then cake her, how we're flipping thoughts skipping Ready for the sabotage while the entourage Take her somewhere remote, got her open