You're disappearing again three days at time. The cure won't understand abstinence and overall desistance. Suffices never as long. Keep away the old
for you Yeah t-t-t-t-t-tell them niggaz why you mad son! Tell them niggaz why you mad son! (OK, gentlemen please, one at a time) Tell em why you mad
late Just can't rest waiting for the phone to ring Will you call, ring my phone Girl, I hope you did not forget me I can't sleep and I can't eat And
the glock, wipe the fuckin' smirf off Your face, my bitch pulled up in a lime green and turquoise SL5, five AMG, while you shoppin' for a deal like it's A
for you Yeah t-t-t-t-t-tell them niggaz why you mad son! Tell them niggaz why you mad son! (OK, gentlemen please, one at a time) Tell em why you
other have tellin' me, keep a good intention Aw shit, a nigga need a mind of his own Too much to deal with, I really don't feel shit Young thug ready
all though but less unfortunate you had an alloy spoke Mongoose and I had a Huffy You owned a green machine three different lunch pails I had a go-cart that I built from a
uhm Two time *ah two* uh uhm Three time *uh uh* uh uhm *freaky* four times *freaky* Ms. Jade [Verse 1 - Ms. Jade (Ms. Jade singing)] Ain't no other
grandkids but he?s off on a run And some hat?s on the radio singing his song But it don?t make a damn He?s in for a long holiday Holiday Now granny
consolement CHORUS: You can't, he can't Find, blind You're left behind by my scientific mind [Misfit] Beyond compare, will I dare A glutton for punishment
ya ear drums rotten shit, make the opposite team call time out knockin niggas three times my size out the crowd loves me, so when I ain't around they ask for
in the Range A young nigga with the filty slang Ha ha, I hop out like a Jack In The Box With three macks and a glock I'm askin' for nothin', I'm snatchin
end without a bungee [Wooo!] 'Cause life is a circus and the girls on Haight Street are way too funky [true!] Time to feel like a martyr, a satire, a
I get invested in my freedom I battle through *a part in this shit* With a wrist, full of broken tooth picks, *tryin to carve out a niche* You can either
. At a time when a peaceful settlement was a possibility, Thatcher personally ordered the sinking of the General Belgrado Killing over three hundred men
drums Rotten shit make the opposite team call the time out Knockin' niggas three times my size out The crowd loves me so when I ain't around they ask for
I was lyrically Hip Hop's top 5, before two of my niggas died Syntax a deep impact Bruce Willis couldn't survive A strange death, since niggas wasn't
that you can step to me wrong Don't even waste your time (Waste your time) You niggaz talk shit then abandon ship Niggaz talk shit, then they abandon ship Niggaz talk shit
