a deadline. Holla at the boy bitch, yes I'm the boy bitch I'm fly and your boyfriend's an ostrich How much you cost bitch? See I will buy you and then sell you
time when he designed you baby That's why I want you And Oh I'll even quit my job Lovin' you, I'll make it my job Thank you Lord, thank you lord This
untold Till the static unfolds that the good die young Please, God, let a bad boy die old Do you think I wanna lie cold Or better yet have many shots come
you say when it's said and done 'Cos you can't hide a heartbreak When you can't stop these tears from fallin' down So what do you do? What do you do
you (Oops!) You're like a rush, you're like a drug, it's just the sight of you I like to think that I could kick you but it's what you do When you wink
a love song Lord make me a rainbow, I'll shine down on my mother She'll know I'm safe with you when she stands under my colors Oh, and life ain't always what you
war Do you know what you're fighting for? This is a cold war You better know what you're fighting for This is a cold war You better know what you're
, We can't sleep no more. **Scratching Begins** Lord have mercy Have mercy Have mercy Lord have mercy Are really living, or just walking dead now Have
Taught that if you can't say something good There's nothing good to say And I caught on pretty early It's no use to work no harder than you play So
thought that if you can't say something good there's nothing good to say and I caught on pretty early It's no use to work no harder then you play ...
Pissin on your beons, for decades and eons You squad has no muscle plus you, my new hustle Fuck scuffin up my knuckles, rather buck you and watch you
Ice on a Syndicate Rhyme spree You say you wanna be down, you gotta talk to me You wanna get in? Put a sucker's head out Sound a little hot for you,
a introduce to you a new dance It's called the money dance You pull the money out your pocket like this You put your hands in the air like this and you
up like some crank calls You think I'm backing down you must be out of your dang skulls I'm almost famous You dream of trading places I have been changing faces You
fruit, kill the actors, you ever eat with one Then you ran to Rio and you're safely out of reach I'm behind these bars, you're banging Ulla on the beach
, oh And it don't quit, oh And I miss you, oh I just miss you, oh I just miss you, oh Homie, I'll never forget you, no For you, I wanna write the sickest
