lose So many freestyles I did when I was tourin' But since I wrote 'em down, they view 'em as important I do what I want, the way I see fit And they
Are you headed my way? Well, maybe there we will understand Are you headed my way? My brain got washed What I've got to debunk So I got another bad And I
appealing Body revealing and big wheeling This shit is illin, I don't like it Fuck it, I can't fight it I reaching for the cordless to call Miss I insist
I blew him like a supernova Niggaz nicknamed me, The Black Cobra The Lady Casanova, yo I'm even deadly when I'm sober Act like you got a chip on your
it me or my upbringin I spit that thug shit Nigga motherfuck singin, I hope you got your Timberlands on tight, cause I ain't givin up I'd rather duck
But I heard he was pardoned after twenty years time Your Cherokee lover, Blue Duck was his name He loved you in the sand hills before your great fame I
I heard he was pardoned after Twenty Years time. Your Cherokee lover, Blue Duck was his name He loved you in the sand hills before your great fame I
is it me or my upbringin, I spit that thug shit Nigga motherfuck singin, I hope you got your Timberlands on tight, cause I ain't givin up I'd rather
Intro:] I know you love how I make it all go away: all the joy, all the pain, all thoughts in your brain. For the price of your soul, I will hold your
of gangstas.. what up [Black Ice] I ain't really talkin' to niggaz, I don't know And I ain't gotta floss to licked by your ho I place slow in the precint
they hop out and bust doors I ain't goin back to jail nigga that what I flush for My money or my glock who do I trust more? I don't know it's probably
I doubled the pie Had a shorty and a girdle comin out of B-W-I (in school) I hated algebra but I loved to multiply And I told my nigga Big I'd be multi
upbringin I split that dove shit Nigga motherfuck singin, I hope you got your Timberlands on tight, cause I ain't givin up I'd rather duck these motherfuckers
Cause thugs with no brains got no patience New jacks I pistol whip 'em with the funky rhythm I be kickin Musician and flatten composition A pain, I'm
So many freestyles I did when I was tourin But since I wrote 'em down, they view 'em as important I do what I want, the way I see fit And they think I
like gasoline I dig through your chest like a jar of vasoline I leave your brain regurgitating plancid until your rhymes are exaperated I clip up a niggas