let me hear you say, c'mon My my, my my, (dah dah dah dah dah) If you're with me let me hear you say My my, my my, (dah dah dah dah dah) It's my time [
a ribbon on her left manolo She had me sweating like Nixon every time she was near My heart was beating like a Buddy Rich solo And she was everything
. Oh word, that shit a hit, that shit sound crazy Yo check the phone man, the phone was ringin before Yo this the Ghost right here my nigga Damn I missed my
rip a nigga heart out his frame, while I scream Terror Squad Be larger than life, my initials carved in my wife She said she'd starve on a diet instead
m peelin' rappers' heads, makin' a sam-a-wich Think I'ma turn into and put a bullet inside of a Motherfucker from Westside, a 1987 box I'm headed up,
its about a hot beat, a hot beat its about a hot beat, a hot beat a hot hot hot beat and a catchy hook a hot hot hot beat and a catchy hook nobody gives
, the mistake was like my only teacher Wait 'til they get a load of me 'cause I've got Gucci's on my feet, diamonds on my neck Diamonds on my wrist, bitches on my
a summer night in a dusky room Come a little piece of the Lord's undying light Crying like he swallowed the fiery moon In his mother's arms it was
my case There'll be certain men waiting just to scratch my face Hand on my heart I will make a stand For the life and the times of the mirrorman In my
soothe my psyke so write me cuz you make me wanna pull a nike words on the tip of my tongue and it might be urge in my hips and I'm sprung like bike
I got a room and a hard on, Still down? Met ya standin at a bar full of black dudes Said ya wanna see my scars and my tatooes When we head for my hideout
end But did my words find you then? Can you hear me now through all that the world is screaming? My voice will reach you somehow, somehow Can you hear me now with every word
gonna see a bad guy like me I'm the last of the dyin' breed Hope these words burn your brain, find a place in your heart Close my eyes an' pray in the
so bad I know, I know Every smiling face ain't a happy one And everybody is somebody's fool And you're no exception to the rule I know This is real, give me a
about the child support modifications, I smoke a stoge complicating how i breathe, and spit the bars In this verse with my emotions worn on my sleeve, your love was
And this is just a mixtape, Damn (Well it's a little more than that, It's more like a message. More like a change for the better) And this is just a
puttin swag in my style (in my style) It's a emphasis on the simplest sentences Then I give 'em charisma with a laugh and a smile (and a smile) If you
a nigga feel macho Cry fo, lie fo, die fo, my ho, nigga, I go face, diablo With a hostile gospel, if I can't have tres or cuatro Little vatos, I'm a let a