've already chosen your fate Spitting out your words dilluting your integrity Calling me a straight edge faggot you're the drugged out teen There is no way out With your
ve already chosen your fate Spitting out your words dilluting your integrity Calling me a straight edge faggot you're the drugged out teen There is no way out With your
the s*** like an ex-lax. *Diarrhea Dwayne, Bust your f****** head, souvenir your brain. You aina??t talking about nothing, Got your girl leaving out my house, walking out
for the train Dash her out the way 3x Get your ass out the way I can break it down Like whatever you want You want it like this I?m a take you out
the way I am the way I play you Ho's weren't bread this way BK! BK (chorus)x2 Aint no Shook Hands in Brooklyn croos that Bridge tuck your goods in
no shorts Smokin on the newports your ghetto resource And bitch you wanna dig your own ditch and hit you with levels beyond your control My momma never
"I love the way I am and can't nobody out here change me" KRS One (repeat 2X then 2X with 'Common' at the end of each line) Check it out Good morning
inbetween My steeze far from easy, it's harder than you get Seein' me in ya head naked in the bed on some freaky triple x shit Words exit, through one ear and out
;i love the way I am and can't nobody out here change me" --> krs-one (repeat 2x, then 2x with 'common' at the end of each line) Check it out
nine, nine, you only get, only get, only get... Dappy: Let me upgrade your life, I will treat you just the same way my dad treated his wife. Everyday could be your
the record gets pushed by Sony I'm in the middle like mony and the press say that my own people disown me and the best way back is to keep your head straight
So we, dipped hopped burned one trip by get low like Corribean Limbo Dimbo Out like a light baby girl get right, head so slow my head don't drip white
babygirl, let me be the first to say it's not that easy, I wasn't born yesterday, nor later on that evening, Just had to get that out the way and make
For today's Your Day To Get Yours blowin' Up The Spot From The Sixth Floor, Bent Off come And Get Your On Smoke On, Fish Funk To Choke On go 'head, Blaze
in the head Niggas thinkin' they the don, 'til they shit get bombed I put 4 in your shootin' arm, 2 in your legs Like 10 in your chest, the last one in your head
