that my crew came through'll be the people found lyin in chalk. allow me to introduce, first crackavelli tha boss; white boy til I die whatever tha cost. I'll be
get the shit, Don't worry, you'll get the shit, You'll be, Knee deep in shit! Chorus: (The Game) I'm a G, you can't see me, That must be, why you're
re tasting what I gave ya Seeping through the cellar cause I be the freak of nature With, the images that I hold in my head I be the kid from the Fifth
m going out like Lorenz Tate See I ain't gon be stupid I'm gon take all y'all to the shift I should be able to say what I want What the fuck I plead the
don't belong (2x) Please be still Not for real (2x) Where I'm from There's something wrong Something wrong I don't belong Please be still
tredici bat-one le tue rime appena scritte sono gemme in putrefazione siete solo mezzeseghe amico lo sai gia che non ci fotti vuoi fare il mafioso con me be
on me Put one up for my family, should've made time to thank 'em Put one up for my crew, for recognizing the sanctum Put one up for the socially broke
doubt to the anguish there is one step Tied with disgusts as you pass by You reject me, I threat Threats without backing in this case My dear one, show
[One.Be.Lo] Yo, you know my fame (who?), you know my title (what?) Every rhyme I kick get it started like a motorcycle Harley Davidson -- every time I
hit the top Mob [Lil' Chylla of the Snypaz] I be comin' through rages And Niggas thinkin' I pissed off I'm itchin' to get my sick off I be trickin' them
wax me and tax me Got me feelin' uncomfortable like my Maxi People tend to ask me, Yo Yo is your shit ??? Smooth like a baby's ass, the kinda funk that make Lo-Lo
is second guessin' the state I'm in Bitch, I'm in to makin' hit records that spin like rims So when "Flex" get it, he bomb it once, shit bomb it twice
s, holla!!! [P. Diddy] Ay yo I'm from New York man!!! Representin N.Y.C. to the fullest I pull it, Heads be duckin in New York be bussin Take that.... [
's your boyfirend, I just wanna be your toy friend your other other man not not your lo-lo-lover man, undercover man how many rubber man's would it take for you lil mama to be
to love the whole globe And all her girlfriends now don't that make ya mind move Like smoke patterns, me on my way to Saturn wit a bomb Numb be it view
down When you livin in the Cold World [Timbo King] Cold World, what? [Ndira] Todo lo que a ti te gustas es music pa' lo puta [Timbo King] Yo, I spit