it slide If you plan to get me for all I got You could start by spendin' the night Otherwise let me see your head get small Unless you're here to make the head
to me Me hear dem a talk seh that you buss this year Any which part pon earth you walk me see the man dem a stare Some a dem blind and some a dem a
blind have heard me But I ain't even breathin' until I get an even 30 I could casually clap up the front of somebody's throwback jersey You makin' me hafta talk
Everybody know I get the kids yellin? Don?t get mad 'cause the kids like Soulja Boy tell ?em And they parents they can?t see it, they blind They wonder why they kids talkin
my art form Give plaques and charms to writers of wack poems Divided attacks, tryin' to collapse this platform In this rap, we detach from any distraction Yes, sever the head
The beauty that you gave Has turned upon itself And all the things you said Evaporated, evaporated Was I blind Deaf and dumb To the words slipped From
fought love battles in the night Too many opponents made you weary of the fight Blinded by passion, you foolishly let someone in All the warnings went off in your head
Cause I pulled out mine and I was big as shit I never speak high league on you little kids And when I say little, I'm talking big kids Ya bitch let you talk
a tank of gas, a cold drink and a beef jerky The cashier she gave me a smile So I stood there and I talked to her awhile She said, "Where you headed
my word Take vehicles off curbs, tools off herbs Jewels off of all you nerds You swerve, I splurge with all y'all riches Comin' to joke and blind all
girl ridin' in your dream car She wants me, plus I got another bitch as long as you don't see But you do not see, you must be blind, blind My reality
game is life and I play the game So you never talk down on a player's name When I grab my mic, I'm the one man crew Talking 'bout me, wouldn't think
the floor? But you didn't take anything but a bag of chips A half gallon of milk, some juice, and a box of grits? Nah but I might walk up in Kroger, head
but the devil red, tires double tread I'm posting parks up. that gets me double head tight rope walking tryna keep a level head the bright lights blind
Don't let her talk to you like ... sum bum Tulisa: Oi bean head shutup Fazer: Who you telling to shutup? About Bean head.. Tulisa: Whatevaa Fazer: So blud are you blind
"This afternoon we want to talk about" "Now I want you brothers to dig where we coming from" [WC] Five yers ago when I was in high school No bills to
gypsy on a tambourine. That's not what I'm talkin' 'bout. That's not what I'm talkin' 'bout. That's not what I'm talkin' 'bout. But I will say this