his name Tommy K, Tommy K Tommy K the DJ Tommy K, Tommy K Let's call out his name Tommy K, Tommy K Tommy K the DJ Tommy K, Tommy K He'll be a-climbing
Translation: B2k. Tommy Boy.
Translation: Saw Doctors. Tommy K..
Translation: Tommy Stinson. O.k..
Life is full of lots of up and downs But the distance feels further When it's headed for the ground And there's nothing more painful Then to let your
He seems to be completely unreceptive The tests I gave him show no sense at all His eyes react to light, the dials detect it He hears but cannot answer
not playing zero tolerance for that fake sh-t get shot playing, that's how we on it yeah its rap til we start spraying when you see the nozzle on that k
Have you ever worn the mask, yeah One, two, one, two M to the A to the S to the K Put the mask upon the face just to make the next day Feds be hawkin
me Now B2K has a story I love y'all just like y'all love me I know that your watchin? over me Thank God that you brought the joy to me Now B2K has a
you nigga If you a hustler, you gone get dough And that's how it goes [Chorus - Birdman] Them niggas talking about it but they know we gangsters Tommy
Five Nine Sick Sick Emcee Here to filter the game To let clips empty Trackmaster sound now who's to blame 'Bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game O.k
, you vs. me, and try to slaughter me The door was locked, top lock stuck, bad luck Come out the elevator, K-tone, like, "Nigga what?" Arab Nazi, play
the spot, don't give a fuck who you go and get We want the yayo And the cash that's in the stash, strip his Tommy drawers Yo, check the crack of his ass
the K Bash a dude's wig over Baby Bash He my smokin' nephew, we be checkin' brazin' cash We kept G's on the omni floor Put the bloody bills with the Tommy
than loved because the fear lasts longer These bitch ass niggaz know we stronger Than these weaklings, seekin', for respect that ain't there Knuckleheads beware, there's mad tension in the air Tommy
coupes nigga Rolls Royce, garnishes and asses by the beaches Blowin' on that puff and we drivin' foreign features Higher than whoever nigga, know we 'bout that cheddar nigga Know I got a tommy
start a restaurant brawl Mary J. Blige, "My son, don't accept them type of phone calls" I can't come out tonight, my Bic lighter don't light I heard you and K
can a nigga take I ain't goin' nowhere no how Better bring your guns pal Cuz this is the day we make 'em pay Fuck bailin' hate I bail and spray with my A-K
