but I didn't do it I opted for the walk-away, watch the busta talked away So mister policeman, you can put your chalk away I mobb back in the club, and
a.m.? If he still had 6 miles to travel and his watch was running 23 minutes slow but the clock at the office was running 2 minutes faster than his was in fact 17 minutes
looking for a fight I'll have to tell his family, as he rides off to heaven And twenty minutes later I'm drinkin' my coffee down at the 7/11 I'm workin
Nigga we got three minutes to get in and out this motherfucker And when you get in there don't act like no bitch (shot) Freeze motherfucker, alright bitch
[Intro] Yeah, it's been a long time Welcome back, yeah Our Father, who art in Heaven Got niggaz jumpin out the buildin like 9/11, c'mon [Xzibit] Only
me mister 08, cause this year about me Now I'm the rookie of the year, but I'm major in the league So HA you know it haters stay away from me You don
a 2-11 Will run up on Z-Ro, 1-8-7 (May day, may day), you about to witness my AK spray You look tired, let me help you sleep your life away Nigga let
Lupe Fiasco] Well I heard like group of cows That all your enimies wanna shoot you down They got ak 47's and a bunch of mac 11's Semi automatic weapons
at 12:49 Nigga I'm a gangsta I stay on my grind Who knew 11 minutes later I'd get shot wit my own 9 I was 2 beeps away from a flatline When you a
101 and one forests 100 days to abandon 99 percent 98 minutes 97 daughters dollars 96 men in uniform 95 faces 94 pages 93 million miles away 92 johnson
(Written by A Human) 11 - "Despair" "Oh Alan" she thought, "I can't wait for you to see the sea! The creatures, the treasure! All of it submerged, everything
him, but I didn't do it I opted for the walk-away, watch the busta talk away So mister policeman, you can put your chalk away I mobb back in the club,
I wanna rhyme wit you, laugh wit you, hug you bugz But I can't and you was so close to seein dreams A coward came along and took you away from the team
asbestos, though I'm fixing up a 60 pack Where the kitty cat, mice run around the damn sticky trap Come on home with me, where my mother found my crack platter Threw it away
might as well take the money go to my car and keep rollin rollin rollin I'm still rollin mac ten tech nine mac 11 i don't know what one to choose ill spray you away
I'm about to turd my pants, But the captain is seat belt fastened. So my ass is just passin gas And at last I escape when I'm minutes away from clinically
be a dirty cop Headed up yo block, making it hot Lock you up in some handcuffs Throw away the key to the lock I'm 24/7 like 7/11 Know we better stop