like God rise All words that I say, All get! All kinds! And break all spines, and why wouldn't Cause when these peoples ask who diss, I be like "I did
the road in a cadillac. She just kinda smiled when she went by, and he has road rage and he said look at that Big Fat Bitch So I grabbed my little travel
what I've been writin on the pages I don't smoke sess it's rough on the west Ok, I confess, I puff on the stress I rip it when I wreck it, when I mic
) (G. Rap) I like ya style, kid you get wild let the chips pile my clique slit smiles across your mans throat so look who's big now barkin' on shit like
I prayed hard had my hopes up, guard down Gained a yard lost a mile so I don't smile Pile it on because I'm used to it I like to format the song and
, but survival is never for sure Will I make a million bucks, or will they bury me poor? I never know, so I'm dressed up, when I walk the city streets
said she like it like that, she was from the projects She used to look back smile and say I love you boo And shit the pussy was so good, I'd say I love
spit flow laid over Trotter tracks With no apology fraud or trick-knowledgy Just trust, what I see and I say and follow me my way I read an open booklet
school spit flow laid over Trotter tracks With no apology fraud or trick-knowledgy Just trust, what I see and I say and follow me my way I read an open
give us "us free" like Cinque I can't stop, that's why I'm hot Determination, dedication, motivation I'm talking to you, my many inspirations When I say I can
the pump and paint i aint the kind u wanna see me aks ar's i cant decide i got the mind of the hustler halacious grind man i hold my city down like i
I insist is that you fire that cunt. I want transportation to and from every show, I want complimentary tickets for everybody I know. I want my brother
] I write with a great vengeance Sort of like I'm innocent, facing a death sentence Like I might not even finish my next sentence Like all I got left
clap You can applause me from the very beginning You can give me yo, standing ovation while I'm banging your face in With another banger, now call it
off from the Press should be able to feed you But I declined, 'cause I'm familiar what greed can do I sit down and think, when I write I can smell the
body like the cold ray, hey I need a drink, I'll be right back But before I go, do that little dance, yeah, just like that It's late, I have to score
Rap] I like ya style, kid you get wild let the chips pile my clique slit smiles across your mans throat so look who's big now barkin' on shit like a (?)
said I prayed hard had my hopes up, guard down Gained a yard lost a mile so I don't smile Pile it on cause I'm used to it I like to format the song and