the type? Then a music called hip-hop came along and saved my life I had a story to tell about my knowledge of hell $2.50 for a book, listen and look
love this When my niggaz and bitches go from rags to riches It'll be thug life and y'all still with me When my niggaz and bitches go from rags to riches
want drama wit da Ice Slick click, yea See nigga dis dope is cutless Flip my knife, it's a black cutless Shady paint wit da quarter top rags Gotta for
Wanna see a joke, check a look-a-like Lyrical mass I bash 'n flex it Perfect bionic atomic, When germs hit styles not really matched up In atmosphere rags
Almost like he was born in the rhyme He thought of his rhymes almost all of the time And he fought with his mom His school getting caught with his rhyme book
the couch and never get any money Where's Cupid? They only love you till you next hook But I don't check the gossip blogs I check check books Ask LeBron
Dee Comin' in front and center state ya name and game Yeah, them Eastsidaz back and we came to bang (Eastside) Givin' it up, pistols and chucks, rags
have made violence pay? Who are they but the inheritors of their ancestors greed and theft? Their blood stained flags are rags to our future, Tattered
men with the mack Yo, I had to have the homies 'cause they got the sack And on the tables, what? The two be cookin' When it comes to rockin', they wrote the book
you got is more than mine so nigga let me see Cause jealousy's reality when it comes to niggaz bread And snitches go from rags to riches right into the
your way of life to roam this country side Knockin' what you learn in the classroom hist'ry books You can stand in sit in walk in love in patch your rags
' ashes a lot of other motherfuckers snort dust But that's they thang a lot of us fall victim somehow But that's that game won't try to explain from books
and ragged, just a simple country girl. I wanted to be pretty more than anything in the world, like Barbie or the models in the Fredricks' catalog. From rags
as My little cool ass, jamming a Screw cause I said a little bit too fast I'm skipping through class, flipping through cash With little du-rags I'm a
sidewalk And it smelled like the dirty rags beneath the sink I had a dream you came back to my house And robbed me blind You took my stereo, CD's, and tapes and books
re gonna need more than doo rags and Timb's against us And fuck your goons 'cause we always get what we're after We bought you this book of torture, this
S dot Carter turn rappers into martyrs Seperate fathers from they daughters, why bother I'm a crook like you, I took like you I disobeyed the law threw out the book
can do better Your imagine material looks, hotter behind looks Raise the fear, no one but self, who's shook? Bring the plague like the revelations in the holy book