Name me one thing that you have ever stayed true to besides the trends. you change, you switch you go with the motherfucking seasons. so tell me just
: Name me one thing that you have ever stayed true to besides the trends. you change, you switch you go with the motherfucking seasons. so tell me just
reading Which only ended in conversation break All I want, genetic telephonic pills Until the Spanish kids got so ill I was home schooled with a knife
I'm pissed off Sit back, homie, relax In fact grab a six pack Kick back while I kick facts Yeah Dre, sick track Perfect way to get back Wanna hear
my knife at? Shawty, I be right back Fresh out the box, I'ma mash out (Ya hear me?) This year a hundred mill' I'ma cash out (Ya hear me?) Today a 100
fall is showin' up Paul left town since Dennis blown up Now him have Benz and nah memba him friend But di odda day him get back on di old block Broad
were having problems when You put those piranhas in my bathtub again You're still the light of my life Oh darling, I'm begging Won't you put down that knife
Takin' no slays, not or no prisoners, hear dear. Gotta get 'em off, finish, anyone pray, but fact that you shiver proper. But yo' pants have reached chest, Flesh get
soon a brother's gonna have ta go Or either try to find a job so I can help out I'm in the ghetto, I gots ta get myself out And when I get out I gotta
P] The ill rap niggaz that kill Destroy shit but they able to build Come fuck with the real Coward, better play your part This shit'll lace yo' heart Get
I am Do I really need an intro Dey know, dey know, dey know Do I really need an intro Who I am, Who I am, Who I am All I get is respect, as soon as
skin is what i feel, my mind and body's appeal is to the no-frill mills, who hear the beats to chill constantly, I'm hearing Black Americans just sneering
sweat, like the tears of a million terrified brothers. And, Lord, Hear me now, I have seen the light, They have a conciousness, They have a life, They have
It's not easy having yourself a good time Greasing up those bets and betters Watching out they don't four-letter Fuck and kiss you both at the same time
ain't stabbin' shit like a butter knife That shit just don't cut right On my block all we hear is woop woop, niggaz it's time to run Grab your guns '
bottles in the air, then light your dutches Me and Busta keep it tight like liposuction Niggas that don't like me get the knife for frontin' 'Cause one
