stick together All through my teens, my twenties, even when I'm thirty T-Will'll be gritty, grimey, constantly dirty Ain't nobody every gave me nothin', I'm on my
will never bite again you ain't gettin' with my nubain brothers cause before you even hit them covers I warned 'em told 'em what was up before you bitches
big hat size Or you'll be just begging somebody to take you down (begging somebody to take you down) And you'll be nowhere, man (you got ahead of yourself
Now can you explain how you got in involved this game? [SHYSTIE] First of all you need to watch your mouth and mind how you chat Cause you're getting
lethargic 'cause I was tryin' to get out Who can you tust, I had to be tough, I never ran my mouth My and my crew would constantly hit the brew, a natural high How can you
notch Hip hop got my spine smothered But I'll be fine brother My mind hovers above all you jive suckers Listen, that's word to my mother You throw a shot
let's be honest, that's a hefty majority... And you if don't believe me... Well then you must be a noob [Chorus] So, welcome to Youtube, You don't know
, you know what, this decision must be made now And only now, isn't he young? He's a stand up guy, he's a born leader, he has my blood I was also a young
missin you I miss you I really miss my homies I miss you I miss you I'm prayin for you homey I miss you (I miss you)i miss you (I miss you)i really miss
mix like blenders Offenders, life enders, whatever genders, don't offend us Coming at you, gonna catch you, and when we find you Don't lose count, let me remind you "at 8 you
im a fly guy, ride high women goin nuts when i ride by id be fresh, id be cool pretty young dude but i keep that too tryin my goons, you must be fools
be music. Anything can be music. FZ: Hello? Yeah, are you busy? Well I was wondering --this is Frank-- can you come, yeah, can you come over here and be
) (Hey supermodel) What's it like being a teen dream? Shackles, shackles, shackles on my heart I loved you from the very first day, from the start But you
that Teena Marie My Nina lean on me like Swoop, it's crap This can't be my Book of Rhymes This can't be my Book of Rhymes, writin' this bullshit! My
it I'm right around the corner you mourn or you shitted, bricks I gets my kicks with my tricks and my treats The agenda will send ya in and out through my landscape I will
hot mustard so when I feed it to you it's easy to eat it You need to be immediately treated while you breathin or you'll be leavin the receivin room
'll take your heart and you must pay the price look into his angel eyes you'll think your in paradise and one day you'll find out he wears a disquise
you go? Mamma mia, now I really know, My my, I could never let you go. Mamma mia, here I go again My my, how can I resist you? Mamma mia, does it show again? My my