thought I was gonna rhyme with Riddler Didn't Ya? Bring your bitch, I wanna see if this dick gon' fit in her I'm low down and I'm shiftee And if you
Now if I had my way I'd burn that building to the ground Boy bands and cheerleaders Homophobes and earbleeders American misplaced anger I won't hang ya I
[Verse 1:] Am I changing right before your eyes? Becoming someone you don't recognize As if I was disguised, I'm on that shit as if I was the Fly I'm
its so much betterIt's so much better I'm funkin out in ev-er-y Way But-I'll never lose that feelin'No I won't ?Of how I learned my lesson that day
be rock 'n' roll music If you wanna dance with me If you wanna dance with me I got no kick against modern jazz Unless they try to play it too darn fast And lose
Christopher Wallace Do it, shawty, let me say Shawty Lo, do it B-I-G I like a lot of hoes and I love the freaks But if I had to choose, M-O-E You ain
would be fewer alternative views. See we not about to lose. Real Hip Hop, is like real estate, It's never going to move. I'd be singing the Blues literally, If I
I cherished the role as the head of my fam And on the road I meet incredible fans I rock with singers an a DJ instead of a band We at a theatre near you
ya momma life Band I-T, shoot the soldiers like I shoot tha dice [Bun B:] For my nigga Bad Ass Bam, I'll open ya head For Young Lo, I'll let that forty
ya momma life Band I-T, shoot the soldiers like I shoot tha dice (BUN B) For my nigga Bad Ass Bam, I'll open ya head For Young Lo, I'll let that forty
I'm not lookin' for a change 'Cuz I got friends and enemies But it just don't bother me 'Cuz as long as I believe I can breath I'm alive, I can feel
I. See I been that way since knee high Real dope boyz so you know I trap or Dizzi No lizzi I'm hizzi Like kells I believe I can flizzi And yeaaaahhhh I
Only strappin' niggas doin' when they sexin' Every head is in the crew is yes man My music and my shootin' perfected I can't afford to lose I'm destined
I stay legit so the feds can't tell me shit I came in with nothing to lose Now I put my heart into making you move I'm far flung and the charts say
line. and i was born to be a solider got the heart of a lion. we dont mess with no fakers them stupid. i'll make you lose your sway like the lakers. i
the marching band Uncle L, I love the heart land South Carolina, they lookin' so tan Out in Kansas, they so outlandish Up in Nebraska, I know whatcha
's when I'm looking for eats I can't shake them. every time I look ones coming If I lose it, I'm afraid I'm gonna start dumping Stay calm, clear my