I wore the clothes you wanted I took your name If there is some confusion, who's to blame? I signed your living will I smiled your face I'm ready to
) I wore the clothes you wanted I took your name If there is some confusion, who's to blame? I signed your living will I smiled your face I'm ready
happy I rap, if I wasn't I'd be strapped with the(mass) and I..and I'm coming for your stash When I find out where you at I'll be(shimmying ya lock) Get
You ran out of words Hit it, Baby-D I'm light-skinned, devastatin' I know you think I'm empty headed That's all right 'Cause they all know, I took your
died I'm gonna safe divide, mind gone And I think I'm running out of time The goddamn baby's daddy And I'm gonna damned to hell, if I don't abide And
, intoxicated. Humminto __. And i??¦ chillinwith Krayzie, and we high off that Thai. My reason??? why, like R. Kelly, I believe I can fly. And plus, around me I
I'm comin' from a school Where if ah nigga mouth get out we aim tah hit at you Method subliminal I'm The Original That bullshit I heard on your disc was pitiful I'm
though it was fiesta. I-I-I-I-I-I-I! When he turned the light down low he said, "Oh Miss Vickie, I, I want you so." I was a forced, forced to remove
do freaky shit you never ever did before Put your hands up and move your body, touch your pussy for me, yeah Mix it up, put it down, I'm spendin' shorty
extra I drop the top so I can show the stones I got the sour so I'm Rolling Stones I'm popping shit on my mobile phone I never slip 'cause I keep the
how many times I kilt ya I burnt ya, I drowned ya, I froze ya I stripped your land and destroyed ya culture Next time you better give me some R-e-s-p-e
I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm on my way Peace God I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm on my way Peace God (peace God!) I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm on my way Darkside, Darkside
witta motherfuckin' gun I breaks 'em off, I breaks 'em off, yeah I breaks 'em off, I breaks 'em off, yeah I breaks 'em off but I ain't speakin' about
nigga do your hair six motherfuckers will carry you there Suicided son if I'm movin' I be hurtin' ya I'm puttin' in work [Incomprehensible] curtains for ya Bitches I'm
bout naturally Bags seized through darnell Heavy sacks and drop-tops Now look on your map and spot Where we, r-i-d, e, and smoke Chorus Verse three: belo I