in the MIA But Trina what I really wanna know is How would you get with a nigga who live with a bitch? Wait, for his bitch to live, Ms. Trina gotta
arguments and barroom fights We never broke apart and we stood our ground If a cohort was lost he was found If things got hot, Dorchester stayed cool No other
you really, in the blink of a eye Get it?, blink of a eye, have you blinkin' ya eye Put, bling in ya eye, have ya winkin' ya eye Like some things in ya
of things to remember Love isn't on your daily agenda No matter what your friends say You shouldn't treat him that way Do unto others As you'd have done
evanescence of saying im just trying to make my alphabets as heavy as I can how do I live, when im as deadly as I am I give props and every other extra
Only logic by riding around in the hood all day and not in the suburbs Because crack cocaine is mostly found in the hood And, um, you know the other thing
thing since Elvis Presley To do Black Music so selfishly And use it to get myself healthy (Hey!) There's a concept that works 20 million other white rappers
thing since Elvis Presley To do black music so selfishly And used it to get myself wealthy There's a concept that works Twenty million other white rappers
[Intro:] You dogs wanna know the life I live You dogs wanna see the things I did So much in this world is this shit It's just shit, just full of this
one that's smart for me, is more suitable In other words, to make it simple and plain You gotta have a brain in order to be ms. kane But in the case of
his He says, "Call me, Ms. DiFranco if there's anything I can do" I say,"It's Mr. DiFranco to you" Somedays the line I walk turns out to be straight Other
[Intro Ms. Jade] Uh, Ms. Jade, yeah It's like that old back in the day house party Dance contest shit right here [Verse 1 Ms. Jade] They got me, watcin
[Intro Ms. Jade] Uh, Ms. Jade, yeah It's like that old "back in the day" house party Dance contest shit right here [Verse 1 Ms. Jade] They got me, watcin
getting stacks But they don't know shit until it's sitting in they lap They handle it in more ways, make 'em holla back In the ring with the thing thing
all good, baby, don't even worry about it) Will you cry? When you hear the song (Life goes on ya know) Will you cry? (But I got some others issues, the
back ride through like what Still goin, po'in hennessey The best thing showin, blowin, remember me? J to the dot straight to the top We the shit for real other
all things seem to fail just before he wants to start them No explanation for this bullshit, brain is out of order Mouth is like a full clip Of ordinary things
Lexxxus, what's next? You headin' to his car for some sex I pass by can't hold back tears inside 'cause, lord knows for years I tried. And all the other