what you did to me was a sin that's the way you betrayed me.... Verse One: Puff Daddy Honey I keep you hot and wet, just flooded with ice And you can
one time let me here ya, uh oh South side one time let me here ya, uh oh East side on time let me here ya, uh oh West side on time let me here ya, uh
recipe The legacy by which the entire world remembers me Quote, do not edit me, let it be said, I'm top 5, all time alive Or we know that's misstated
black louie belts niggers diamonds yey up ... bombs away cause i be dropping itch, you just be probably itch don't even write it, but i'm nicer than a ... 5
What you did to me was a sin That's the way you betrayed me.... Verse one: puff daddy Honey I keep you hot and wet, just flooded with ice And you can
is catastrophic If satellites is causing earthquakes Will we survive it Honestly man it's the sign of the times And the times at hand [Dennis Brown
lamborghini doors niga i ride stock and fuck you lil rap niggas homie i buy pac, dude told me long time ago joy is pain you sell 5 million records some
me and my dog has been like this He got my back I got his, schemin on mad niggaz Dats how we do bidz It's about time to start another, robbin spree Cause
Pass around the bud then watch the flood Can't stop apocalypse My synopsis is catastrophic If satellites is causing earthquakes Will we survive it? Honestly man it's the sign of the times And the times
the flip of that coke I ener I'm heavy in the street like the 7 series bimma Man hit 'em with the Nina man Or that 4/5th guaranteed to lean ya man whoa
Coke I ener I'm heavy in the street like the 7 series Bimma Man, hit 'em with the Nina man Or that 4/5th guaranteed to lean ya, man Oh, I'm the reason
jail a nigga resident My little me be settin in for phone time In Martnine, I hear he givin niggaz a hard time Streets like gold mines, Beamers, X5
very well Well, and that's how that go Scrunch your faces though when you hear that goin Ham sandwich and a half to the max times 10 1-2 punch slam
It's the people's champ, know what I'm talkin' 'bout? I gotta, do what I do 'cuz I do it so well Stackin' my mail and at the same time, avoidin' that
s formula is the rule of thumb from which I can derive... "98.6A?F - rectal temperature ? 1.5" This equation produces the time of death, though nothing
been left under the feet of time just like you (solo) I would like to try and be left on top of the water when the river floods over it's boundaries
them or I praise them, as my mind excites the wind Like spirits of ill concensions, time will clash On ya cipher, lyric concealed behind whirlwind fire Or flood
swarm in packs, Some rap others sell crack, to get stacks of the green paper, We move makers, lex and landcruisers takers, Block vacators, thugs that run 5 acres of land Flooded
