sold Tell me something to ease my worry, tell me something to calm me down Tell me something to prove your story, a shot of sodium pentathol Tell me
learned to pack a gun, do you feel me? World do ya hear me? Catch a risin' star Fuck the love, niggaz fear me Got these niggaz runnin' all wild from
't talk, when I roll in the scene My man was yappin' to this nigga, got caught up in between ('tween) That-a happen to any nigga that go against me (uh
I learned to pack a gun, do you feel me? World do ya hear me? Catch a risin star Fuck the love, niggaz fear me Got these niggaz runnin all wild from
And it's not due till Wednesday So I'll have all of Tuesday Unless something should happen. Why does this always happen, I should be outside playing Getting
mic and show the people a little something Yo, brothers grab the mic and plan on waxing me But since they're no match to me they can't do jack to me
show me wrong from right Never got a chance to say goodbye Take this gift from me, hold it deep in mind, forever and never let this go I used to
And then flashes of scents along with your body and head It is all as simple as you think when you are little It is all as simple as me sinkin' a little
Haines) But were not just dreamers of broken down grievers (Hawksley Workman) A hand will reach us And will not forsake us (Drake) This can't control us no it can
you know how he do it, one take. And he said [Jay-Z:] "check this out, tell me what you think of this, right here" "tell me what you think of this." And
stepped outta the chamber like the RZA bopping to my digital shit Plan to lash at all the haters with my physical whip My lyrics flow like, how much more can
take me away As I float over my body and look at myself That can't be me, there's no way How could this happen to such a man with such a plan? Just when
me and everything is going perfectly, you'd think I planned it this way then I throw it all away Homecoming queen how have you been? Homecoming queen do you remember me
thing I know is how to fuck and how to rap Y'all think I'm stupid cuz I shoots 'em up like cupid And if you gave me a basketball, I'll show you how to
can't be trusted Give me a break out there, foolin' the puppet On with the subject, cause I'm tired of hearing this rubbish Now get your stinking breath
macks, trues, wannabes All you muthafuckaz, we gonna kick it like this, For the trues [Jah Skills] Yeah this crew was tight, went from planning dreams
horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses. Do you know how to pony like bony maroney Do you know how to twist, well it goes like this, it goes like this