my pillow cinda feel like my c-men I fysical pressence of a female the form of a demon that's why i fuck em and leave em get my note while im leaving
travelin *echoes* Time travelin *echoes* Yo, I was a piano player in my last lifetime Now I write rhymes, sip white wine and let my light shine Out the
anything I would give to be you, yeah My job, my car, my cash My house on the hill My piano I'd burn to ashes, yeah I'd get on my knees, my God If I
It must be God 'Cuz I aint touch the bag till I picked up to go to N.Y.C and now its all I've got All I've got to do is Make chords with my vocals on
Oh my god...Oh my god !!!! ah ah ah aowww!!! [Verse One: Method Man] Microphone checka, swingin sword lecture closin down the sectar supreme neck protector
Oh my God, oh my God Microphone checka, swingin' sword lecture Closin' down the sector, supreme neck protector Better warn 'em kid, Mr. Meth's a boiling
God handle that Or let the mob handle that, No soprano Half Black, half white Im a piano Im an animal my video on discovery channel Im a beast when my
When there's nothing here except my piano I'd almost give my hands to make you see my way Stand tall, don't you fall For God's sake don't go and do
My son like "Daddy, I be missing you when you gone" I said I gotta go so I can stack chips like Lou Corn I ask my daughter how I look, she fixed my hat
my textes and out of nowhere, my dick is hard as a callus I stood up, pulled back my sleeve, checked my watch Where the, fuck is my wife, it's 12 o'clock
ugh, ugh, Priesthood, uh huh, Royal Emperor In my time, ya know, my time, went through a lot of things Yo, yo, yo I write the realest, only my true niggas
[Leatha Face] To my hard rocks, locked in cell blocks, never shell shock Melt the ox in your face, displaced in the penalty box My enemies heart pumps
Thy art throughout the universe displayed Then sings my soul my Saviour God to Thee how great Thou art how great Thou art Then sings my soul my Saviour God
keys and poof, like magic I always seemed to feel better I've always known you had talent, Bobbie This piano is for you, Charlie worked hard for it See God
the grill, potato salad Straps in the park, at a cookout I'll let a hater have it Constantly seen on the scene, throughout my neighborhood Kept it real with my
ring and outta the box would errbody be on my or will i stop say hello to my lil friend, hey styles change up like lil kim face i let my heat swing
wish I was athletic but football was never my game I met some friends in mathematics but no one can spell my last name I'm not cool but that's okay My God
have 'em like oy vey, holy cow, oh my god, wow oy vey, holy cow, oh my god, wow it seems I'm gettin' fresher every time they turn around like oy vey, holy cow, oh my god
