, four pumps where the trunk should be I hear the conversations about Nelly, he overrated I'm feelin' like Chris Slater, the love violator Now what you lease I pay cash for, lit
same pimp, you niggas make me so sick She call us perpatrators, and if them day to day haters See if we modivators, aint got no love, fuck scrub She
Jackie you will get me high juss fo free see Juss call me S I C K , I love to kill fo play 'Cuz like cube it was a good day An' I'm a be like strictly
boy, it's gettin' a bit windy You really wanna know the secret to this white pimpin'? Though I might love 'em, I don't really like women New the next day
The first whutchacallit, ridin' chrome just because I'm the first whutchacallit, with some nuts all in my drawers You probably saw me out in Kaia lit
a day So when time comes to claim me My friends and my family will gather around my grave And they'll believe that they knew me And loved me and missed
was a voice full of anger from the Old Testament And a voice full of love from the New One And the street lit up like it was the middle of the day And
with the Hennessey, and she in the mood While y'all see her as a broad dude, I see her as food Take her back up to the bar to get her cigerette lit I
my attraction I'd be happy if you gave me just a fraction As we danced, I could see in your eyes You and me as senior citizens in love I followed your
love was not enough So you said sorry Johnny I'm gone gone gone You said my act was funny But we both knew what was missing honey So you lit out on
Knowhatimsaying, you know the type of person you is So it's like really, I'm just more of just Being a street narrator (aiyo, what up, famo?) [Raekwon] Reefer lit, love
is stayin' on us Staten's where the war is Where the court system's running out of warrants Where TNT be jumping out the Taurus For real I can't call it You see I love
, (uh) Staten's where the war is where the court system's running out of warrants Where TNT be jumping out the Taurus For real I can't call it you see I love
They say I be living the role, like 'Pac in Juice And only fuck with fly bitches that get fly and boost And they ears be chandelliers, lit up like a lamp
get hit 'cause you know, we know When you lose something that you really love, is hard to replace it But we have to face it till the day we lay [chorus
'm eighteen years old I'm on gates between Monroe, eight fiends and young hoes The flake dreams with gun blows, wake screams and blunt rose Up, they lit