that I dissed her, 'cause I wouldnt kiss her, But I got her a picture and said I'd holla back witcha, Hey, they say I'm like Mr. Bigsta, All these moves
me what to do? I say, baby, sometimes I worry about you Sometimes I just can't believe everything you do I say, baby, sometimes I worry about you Every day I
good-bye And even though you're gone, you're always on my mind I never really got a chance to say goodbye I got 50 shots for every [unverified] These pigs is
I walk into the corner of my room See my friends in high places I don't know which is which or who is whom They've stolen each other's faces Janet is
time giver I'm a shark in the water, you just Long John Silver I got a girl, you wanna meet her? Her name is 9mm I got a 9mm Ready to go off any minute
I feel like I'm standing on a hillside - screaming at the world (only wishing it would hear). I can't deny that I'm tired of your lies but I hope if
is freezin' over, flyin' pigs And all that stuff And how 'bout "baby" Look it up It's what you call me and it's how you act Every time I call your bluff
bricks is comin' No droughts, I don't sit on nothin' I don't believe, I'm frontin' if I give you a dime, I leave with somethin' The big dog, Nigga,
is ghetto It's where I live, it's where I'm from It's where you had to tote your gun Your world is ghetto I'm a product of the block, watch the fiends
that?s fair to see Won?t you hurry there with me? Just across Tomorrow Mountain Every girl is Queen of the May And the kitchens, I?m told are lined
microphone The mic, the microphone The mic Too many Indians and no chiefs I pull out the pistol when I pull no piece I'm the blueprint, I have your clothes
't need no motherfuckin' help) When I'm in New York I'm hollerin' (We don't need no motherfuckin' help) Yeah, when I'm in Tennesee I'm hollerin' (We
I've been converted I've been The Lord knows I The Lord knows I The Lord knows I I've been converted long time The Lord knows I Take your time The
pigs understand John: Nah, the problem with that is you think the pigs are essentially kind at heart . . . Spider: Aw, I didn't say that . . . John: But the pigs
a mic, I write what u like, 'cause it's my mothafucking life, I never shife not to type, indeed I am, But if they tryin to take my ends, I be damn bam
-7 Seville Hillwood the place I gain my fame Back in '86 I was choppin bricks To think a damn paper made ?? rich I got love for the hustlas in every hood