I spray comments, nigga what?! (Nigga what, it's the Curriculum!) [Canibus] Yo, e'rything is e'rything my nigga I ain't bitter, but if I gave you the
so fuck you if you dont like the red paint on my 6 straight i was born in the hood, i be who i be and me and kweli is like mack 10 and dub c
on this one So when I get done, I want you to cut your fuckin' ears off, Twitpic 'em Lord, I want you to leave this vicinity You gon' be around here
you know what we fixin to score a fuckin ki, so guess what I open my dresser drawer, 50 g's and a ki thats what I saw, I saw a bunch of shit now I be
me) she say she love but, all we do now is fucking fight [repeat 3x] [E-40] if i ask u rob that bank with me would u do it? would do ya time like martha
symphony Sniff, I'm cocaine, shawty, take a wiff off me Stiff a liffy pisso nigga come and comprehend from me Talk slick to me, E40 style, you hearing me
block (I'm somethin' else) And you ain't got to tell me I'm hot (I'm somethin' else) I'm exactly what they not (I'm somethin' else) Hah (I'm somethin
lions, hiberated with polar bears Hope I don't play with baking soda in my older years Mantles'll sit up like hill, I'd have to fold my beard Check one
peep my steez, like DT's I get over like I'm fifteen Hey, you're not fifteen I'm fifteen, what? What do you think we are, assholes or somethin' Fuck
, I want you, would you freak me Could you freak me in the way that I freak you Way I freak you, baby, I freak you, would you let me Do you want me in
did I cry? I'm not afraid to die and when I do I die with Brown Pride I got a pussy ass voice so you say But you listen to it anyway You say I can't
for keeps And I know you likin' this funk 'cause I can hear my voice commin out the trunk Of your ride, don't take me for a sucker You leavin untended I
I can rhyme, I can rap, I can sing, I can clap I can dance, you should see me right now, but you can't I turn heads like an explosion when I hit the door
our name I could have just fucked you up right there But I let it pass. I felt bad for ya bitch ass Everytime I met you your sucking dick Now your on
I could've just've fucked you up right there But I let it pass, I felt bad for your bitch ass Bitch, when I met you, you were suckin' dick Now you're
one place, But I'm at ya door, motherfucker have a taste! [Verse two: (Nate The Mack) {Shaggy 2 Dope}] (Fucking you up wont let you pass, fucking you up, shot you
on the muthaphucking train tracks I'm sick of this shit, I see on the TV They showing psychopathics and I see me And ya calling me a homeless hobo While I
, dreams Yo Jay, what it do, nigga? I done rocked enough fellas to be you, nigga I got the 40/40 made by two jiggas I make you Holla, Holla, I Ja Rule