that nigga miss Bun B So we gon keep it on the G That's comin for my brother and me And we gon be here when you hit the streets We waiting on the date
like Voodoo You do what we say and we'll do what we want to do We're fuckin' up your city and we're fuckin' up your program Fuckin' all your bitches we
about to split your arm in Put a hole so big in your noggin' that if you God body You can fit the whole sun, moon and star in You starvin' for more
couldn't do." These mills they built the tanks and bombs That won this country's wars We sent our sons to Korea and Vietnam Now we're wondering
bodies like video hoes This J. COLE You not fuckin with just any ol' flow I'm like the '95 penny, you like penny '04 No disrespect to my favorite player ,niggas pray
we do Thanks a lot, man Nah, thank you, man I appreciate that, you know I love you And I love you for what you sayin' God bless you And you can catch
you ain't from around here, you was getting hit Send a O.G. some flicks, make they time go by quick You surprised what some pictures in the penitentiary did We
Dr. Jay's - rock the Jay's Spot niggaz with K's - son they feelin' your ways It's like mayonaisse - old people love you - corns on their feet Fifteen, twenty deep - you
s out, man You know? What can we, The Lords, do with a punk like you?} {Kiss my ass, motherfucker, burn 'em Just me and you, motherfucker, just me and you
over songs we sing Like patri-ots act like the Patriot Act While we swing on this bitch 'til we break it in half [Chorus] [Paris] You guilty if arrested
searching for a real love Oh when I met you I just knew That you would take my heart and run Until you told me how you felt for me You said I'm not the
me sire, you say I run my city you are motherfucking liar I'm a boss, I'm a boss, you're a fraud, you're a fraud You cross the line I get you murdered
You might reinstate the draft and I'm gettin bummy So I clear my head by goin testin testin one two testin And countin my blessings And pray for the brotherman
We're taken out of the hood and locked up with no bail But either way we get out and try to turn it around You can't see it but you feel it in the sound
gat Why you rather buy you a chain, I aim at your brain Nigga, robbery is all we know, so how we gon' go broke When we could always take all y'all dough
, wild out, wild out (Skinny nigga) Who? Swizz swizz beatz 2 thou millennium (Millennium) Money makin' plenty 'em You hear that L O X, L O X, L O X, we
you So hurry down the chimney tonight... Verse 6: Salt & Pepa Santa Baby, are you really real? Chris Kringle Let me see you make my pockets jingle (ching ching) We