, and your bass ain't fat You need to quit, rapping just ain't your place So back on the grind and don't catch no case Bitches, that's what you always
First case is the State vs. Fate Wilson A.K.A. Baby Flex You bein' charged wit home invasion and hoe slaughter For fuckin' another nigga's bitch Listen
uuh B.P 90 over palp patient cool pale and diaphoretic has aspirated uuh G.S.C is 3 we'll update enroute E.T.A 10 minutes ( Verse1 ) As I fall
fit in this crowd While you sippin' like a fool I'ma give you the brew Mix the liquor with the juice Let it do what it do Give me a minute in the
" My mans pimp stroll was cold gansta limpin' We stepped inside, both of us screamed, "It's pimpin'" I was drinking cognac, Wes was drinkin' gin Wasn't there twenty minutes
ten folk there They ain't powerful as the one at the end of your prayer Got you runnin' for your life without a minute to spare Catch you dead to the
another year I recover thoroughly And now I'm here Like a mother pearl layer top of layer Met another girl here comes the fear and the sheer joy And
When this girl walked up she said hi my name is Sheila I responded by saying hello She paid for my drink and then said let's go 20 minutes later things
, (Let, lets go) Someone has stolen another D.J. Calling private eye Fresh Prince Be on the lookout (Let, lets go) Someone has stolen another D.J. Get on the case
yo' school up You don't wanna blast, nigga tuck yo' tool up But don't sleep, y'all niggaz quick to shoot you Now there's another motherfucker with no
to fuck yo' school up You don't wanna blast, nigga tuck yo' tool up But don't sleep, y'all niggaz quick to shoot you Now there's another motherfucker
let you have it Rapid-fire from my automatic You left me stuck, so now you out of luck 'Cause you done fucked my credit up Ashes to ashes, dust to dust Coochie nigga, what Fuck another minute
with a attitude like Cube and them I got fame when I start fuckin? with Screw and them Freestylin? on tapes for eight minutes straight Pick a beat, rap to it, get another
Sorry, lil' mama, I gotta go Not tryna' hit and run ya but I got another show It's already check out time plus my plane leaves at four Give me them digits
About the time the car got closer That mother said wait a minute wait a minute son I believe that I saw my boy going there They got out Greeted on another
filled him up with slugs, that's what I call love All that pushin' an' shovin', kissin' an' huggin' Thuggin', dig it, dug in I'm lovin' every minute
He kept a loaded gun in the closet And another one in the dresser drawer Just in case the one in the closet Didn't make a big enough hole She has breakfast
victim if it doesn't make a difference yet? I'll be gone one way or another I'll be gone one way or another I'll be gone one way or another