She said FUCK FENDI, but I think she was playin I heard she move dem thangs I think she fuckin Wayne She call herself Lewinsky, dat mean she give him brain
'm going bad No luck I'm going Bad, bad, bad So rough I'm going Bad, bad, bad No church I'm going Bad, bad, bad Disperse I'm going Bad Feel me out now
and it really aint all that bad if you supply me some splene. Know what i mean_i had to check that ho if not i bet u'd see that bitches brains on the
them to justic yet, you better go get 'em Mr. President tell me why my people doin bad some blacks wit no dads (Trick Daddy) doin bad shooting bad and
up in the mountins of Airkida [Chorus]2x (Trick Daddy) Mr. President tell me why my people doin bad some blacks wit no dads doin bad shooting bad and
to see what we can do to solve them Change for the better, letter New rule be enforced in school so we can get rid of all the bad apples in the bunch
luck is like a ball you can't recall or care at all so better use your brain A little dragon could spit fire but never so for something bad he didn'
me 2 step up I ask all 2 understand im bekum'in uh man So it's time 4 me 2 rise & clear these Lies Kokain, uh product of the devil It seeps in my friends brain
the middle of the winter And ita??s really bad weather Ita??s a hot summer night When Ia??m next to you, baby I took my temperature and told my brain
they're kings With this so-called God complex But when I see they mind they only see checks So let's get our heads together, let's form a bad weather
it's a pity They caught me cause the source had to flicker me Not at all tops the shame, no external, no blood stains Sharp objects to pierce the brain
said fuck fendi but I think she was playin I heard she move them thangs I think she fuckin wayne She call herself lewinsky that mean she give him brain
'm hot off the press You yesterday's news, dude, you just not fresh You cold coffee, you wet cigarettes I'm a shot of Espresso and hot morning sex Early to rise
the E. Bola Manifest brain tumors through the phone as you roam in your Motorolas [J-Treds] All hail, J and El the fans rise, we got the grand prize
when I get there tonight I'm gonna be insane There's an ill wind blowing and it's bringing a storm Feel my temperature rise like a knife in my brain
my way to better things No more runnin' about the cove wit' the glock cocked And slangin' Mary Jane I got a well focused head and well educated brain
body a ride, nice an' warm inside Come to the Dirt Dog as the tummy rise, enter Yo, yo, my Wu-Tang cliff'll make yo' atom split The power of my brain
And people stare at me with pity in their eyes And every mornin' I rise to a life of despise And every night I think, I might never rock the mic again 'Cause my brain