taped their dicks together? what would they say? I get a feeling o the blues (youd have a helluva time gettin' your pants on, I'll tell ya that...)
' niggaz like lunchable 45 be crushin' you when the bullets be touchin' you Paul bearers'll carry you To the cemetery where your Momma gon' bury you Black suit be fittin' you nigga, I
me Now I'm going to go away and leave you standin' at the door I'll tell you this baby, I won't be back any more 'cause you don't even know what love
I roll wit gorillas Fuck a big body guard, I hang wit pint size killas I ain't tryin' to be dirty, still on the strip I'm tryin' to be dirty, filthy rich
s a hot top on your coffee Honey, you're a mess I ain't your wife, I ain't your momma But I'll do, I guess Eternal blue neon, we're never closed When
'til ya blue black And ya crew, give me dap like true dat, nigga That's what I'm talkin' about, that's what I'm talkin' about C'mon, that's what I'm
into drug confession Flurrishes like beverages hu refreshing Sweet taste of sin everything I've seen made me everything I am Bad drug dealer or I victim I
blue Suburban Drinking Burbon With Heinekens for the chaser Police'll never chase us We too fly for that Process the fingerprinted We too **** for that I be
ya head baby, Uh Yeah, Charli Rock LD, Big Surge, Big Frank, Big O Huh, We gon ride for you, best believe I'ma ride for you Ha, ha, yeah I'm gon ride
be crushin you when the bullets be touchin you Paul bearers'll carry you to the cemetary where your momma gon' bury you Black suit be fittin you nigga, I
Don't make me pop ya Ya black eye and blue, bitch, Frank Sinatra You see SP, you'll be thinking rasta Think it's peace & love, but I think to drop ya
yo I got this" Long armor, construction's on, I'm pro-drama Catch me in the wildest beefs, I bring bombers Bearded like Talibans, booted, my black ninjas
smacked 'til ya blue black And ya crew, give me dap like true dat [Black Thought] Yo, I hit these emcees with the grip of death like I was a Vulcan Ain