, seamstress for the band Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand And now she's in me
it don't make sense If you really ain't 'bout nothing You better zip your lips 'cause around here stuntin' nigga emp yo clip My grand so ridickuless, you
[Mannie] I know you wish you could find a Nigga wit a dick like a anaconda Neighborhood hot boy, super-shiner Pimp, playa, president, Big Tymer, tymer
you You've got to stand on your own feet cause I ain't got but two I can't knock you for not knowing But I could for you not wanting to learn Nor for
that music, music, baby Music, sing that, music, music, music Sheet music, music, music, he knows how to use it, use it Sheet music, music, music, he knows how
lady Seamstress for the band Pretty-eyed, pirate smile You'll marry a music man Ballerina, you must have seen her Dancin' in the sand And now she's in
, you gon' see me, man, come on Rock, rock and you don't Freak, freak and you don't To the beat and you don't It's unique and you don't You think I will
's the Patti Dooke, it's the Patti what? Runnin' through the trenches, oh Runnin' through the trenches, it's the Patti's Dooke Prevention against sucka M.C.'s
yeah you know me, they phony ugh, ugh bologna concoction roll back and I'm sipping on Ciroc and you know me I roll with Jay like the Roc you knowing how
Thunderheads will bring you to your knees And make you pray for a rainy day I know you can't admit it That you've lost and nature's won Across the dying sun That
, I like that Give me some more, some more of my vocals You know, sex 'em up a little bit You know, what I mean? You're the honey that I see when I'm
know you know how we felt about that night Just your skin against the window But we took it slow and we both know It shoulda been me inside that car
You get to feeling uptight And wish you were feelin alright And you know you're white And you ain't got no soul And theres no one with a hole nearby
heat that's heavy, that's president Bullets flyin' for them dead guys, that's president Lead meltin' inside your wig, that's president 20's 50's and
You know what you started with give him half of that He gon give you 50 g's in a plastic sack And I'm a give you 3500 cash for that Gotta keep your
clap, is rufus back I see what you thinkin, you want me to die, is that so? Now you left leaning back, thanks to Fat Joe You got reservations in heaven, you ready? Let's
, why you ain't go at Shyne? He freestyled from the pen, that's just the fact Said he'd put you with your mom, and you ain't fucked with that Then you