Ima sit on your couch and masterbate then call up my boyfriend and see if he ate. Spit out my bubba-licious ...(don't know these 2 lines) .... Finish
hit one double O three Temptation, Kiss 100 or Flava Get off from school and take Ninety two point three But let's skip forward in time Seven years down the line
that far I'm happy jumpin' fences and runnin' down the street, like a track star I'm at the finish line, it's essential, I'm so influential We'll strip you off
'm the hearse with the reef on the back I'm like the gun at the race, son you only get one shot My album is the finish line, here's where your run stops
street trappin', front line, ya boys a captain First nigga to shot, I ain't tryna talk, Bring the heat to the hospital and finish u off No life is
m sayin'? it's over The dead bury the dead, it's over Your career, it's over All you wack MC's it's over (Finish 'em up) Finish 'em up The blast, burns
I walk is filled who the fuck won't I kill Thin as that line down the hundred that you can tell if it's real Smooth as Sinatra, you can tell by my pops
if He was a straight G Tonight, too tight out of a big ditch we ride Yo, yo, yo, it's your hide Grab the rope and yell rawhide Front line is pussy, call off
is my complexion, I got that electric connection Now who needs some protection? We rocking hip-hop, come in and turn your gun off Gave you the mic and off the head you couln't come off
They run, they run, they run, they run, they run their lyric through But when you're finished rhymin' you have not heard nothing new So this one dedicated to the one
a basement party in Brooklyn The brothers was looking as soon as I put a foot in A female walked up to me and said, "Latifah bust a line" I don't think
? Traffic jam, been sittin' for a fuckin' hour Must be an accident, I hope nobody died Finally get there, and the crash is on the other side The gawkers roll by
blow your eyebrows off You invadin my space with your mean muggin face If you feelin froggish bitch, jump and get a taste Yo I keep it in my waste line Stick like a base line
nothin' but my hammer suckin' wind, it keeps me breathin' A steel driver's muscle I intend" Captain, tell the people, move back further I'm at the finish line
and authentic we jump in the B In a minute we bump into the finish, T punching the V Like a prize fighter eyes light up when I glide by the thighs Try
, I'm in Can't negotiate with Samuel Jackson It's A Time To Kill, what do I do? My girl pregnant, rent is due, the phone is off The heat is off, no
on on Let them niggas surround you Shit it make me fill like young Keenth From the start I was finished How niggas start wit finish And begin wit a