your face and then suddenly you're on TMZ you're on TMZ Following you when you're walking down the street and asking stupid questions while you're
missing, won't you Tell me - 'cause you know I'm gonna listen Tantalize me with the fruit of your tree Tempt me Tempt me Each time you smile as you walk on by
life watching the seasons passing by Crystallizing every breath I take, even the subtle sighs The wind carries a solemn melody through uncovered trees
Boi, my angel, daddy'll meet you at the Crossroads (Crossroads) Babi Boi Mind of a souljah, mind of a souljah, release and feel me Everybody by now
blastin/ everybody would only be spittin metaphors put it on jesse jackson/ and you can just ask him the rappin is real/ and you cant turn me down like
Is you a bitch nigga?, you a bitch nigga! Look at yourself and then analyze me! This motherfucking G I can see the flaws in you, you got girl drawers in you
, only your word That's what I live by, that's what I heard I wasn't there when you rose from the dead or parted the sea I never seen you, but still I
good 'Cuz the gang was created to protect the neighborhood, now All you red now, all you blue now All you yellow now, follow me now To that place of righteousness Where the only
em get a little cold, let em smell the tree smoke Hit em where we blow and don't let nobody know The snakes in the grass, you gotta watch where you
don't you know my glock kicks, hollow tips To your body, mad toxic, I fade you, blow you with a rusty-ass razor Did you a favor, tried to wet you but
Got me most of what I wanted, how'd you do it mom, huh? She copped the toys I would play with in my room by myself, why he by himself? He got two older
hustler's life I be working all day but no nine to five And you know we don't play when it's time to grind That's how it goes You want to get that dough
' you duck So I can bust you in the head when I'm buckin' tha pound And I told you that I'm holiday Styles, let's celebrate Heard you gettin' money, I
you can't find a good connect But if you do you might be the feds so I don't know you, you don't know me You don't know the history I got on these streets
You do this right, you might have the time of ya life Dom Kennedy: Comin from the westside but my fitted say Sox Where you get banged on if you in it
til you ball like this You don't put this type of pimp in your swish Get it we smoking on that poison call it Michael Bivins So if you selling to me then you
s a long road back I promise you I'll be home for Christmas You can count on me Please have snow and mistletoe And presents by the tree Christmas Eve will find you