the game for 9 innings We love sinning but now I answer for that Apologize to my fam, I got you all dressing in black (I hear ya) A long line family
ain't gonna tow the line Not 'til I turn blue All I got is one short life That's what people say And I ain't gonna waste a second Doin' what you say
to solve again Dude that broke in my crib - it wasn't involvin him Four in the mornin, my phone ringin I'm thinkin, "Who da fuck is this," on the other line
dues Roll my boulevard on trues, while your lady sings the blues Got everythang to lose, not a damn thang to gain I be tryin' to cross the line but with
RuPaul Ain't nobody that's real ever knew y'all Second to none and I'm dealing with Marshall This time I never come down, deal with the blue balls You
only lover I just want to be your lover girl I just want to rock your world Hey, hey, hey Hook, line and sinker baby, that's how you caught me My second
a slight second Yo, my nine milli' pistol's really official So you can Analyze That like DeNiro and Billy Crystal [Ghostface Killah] Aiyo, it's Ghost with the sky blue
a basement party in Brooklyn The brothers was looking as soon as I put a foot in A female walked up to me and said, "Latifah bust a line" I don't think
killin' floor. I should have listened, baby, to my second mind (X2) Everytime I go away and leave you, darling, you send me the blues way down the line
't want me to spin Time with I'm just mind this Might find miss nine missed I find my mind in this line dish Dine quick not even a second for mindless
Budabuyby Suicide it's a suicide Suicide it's a suicide Budabuyby Suicide it's a suicide So you wanna die, commit suicide dial 1-800-Cyanide line Far
nigga? I understand ain't nobody did shit. Ain't nobody did shit for my 'causezin. Where dem niggaz at dat said dey'd put it all on da line? 'cause nigga
all on the line) Gotta keep it gangsta, 'cause I'm a hustla Do it like a balla, 'cause I'ma a mobsta 'Cause it only takes a second to pop me a snitch
know what this is We givin' y'all five seconds to put your drink down And report to the dance floor immediately All the bustas we givin' y'all five seconds
or on the road I got plenty dimes Plus the boy game so cold call it winter time We can hit Melrose, you can pick a line Pop tags, 20 bags, I ain't
sellin' in yo' shoes them nigga would have been the trip Ghetto see ridin', rollin' till the sun come up No second thoughts about my killin' I'm the first to duck Blue
hood and snaps Hoodrats carry work with straps in they laps Quarter niggas with nicknames play craps Enemies tryin to cross the front line Get capped nuthin but escape, uh Second
second-class citizens at best, We're all pawns in a game, the USAs miniatures, Aussie foreign policy with George Bush's signature, Peeps die for a watch and blue
