when and wonder why and how I'd understand where and when and wonder why and how At three o'clock we'd hear the bell, it never rang before it's time
it's getting critical And the curious running away They are the furious ones It's the perfect disguise known as fear It's a shame it's a phenomenon
one of these bitches told me to buy her somethin' I told her... "I got a present for you right here" (What?) "Actually it's not a present. It's my penis
the studio, that kickin it in the video It's gotta be the same ass and thighs But you's a groupie baby, and don't look surprised I can see it in your
ll tell you wha, if you make it, call'em grace 'cause he amazin Find out these verses wasn't the only thang blazin and Just when you thought that I
her I've seen her on myspace Looked on her page all I seen was my face Her user name read kewan for life With videos and pictures set up so right The only bad
to find ya route (haha) It's ill when MC's used to be on other shit (yeah, c'mon) Took home "Life after Death" and they studied it (that's right) Listened
Cos Her Dad Would Mistreat Her. Her Mom Was Just As Bad When She Got Mad Was More Than Glad In Lend A Hand In Helping Him Beat Her. Sinita Used To
's not nature's way Well that's what they said yesterday There's nothing left to do but pray I think it's time I found a new religion Waoh - it's so insane
It's all about you, one time! [Down] I'ma say it's all about you baby, yeah [2Pac] Haha, for the bitches that think it's all about you It's all about
, my religion is none I figured once I lay it out niggas 'll run I could type it up e-mail and give it to you, when you're done you're comin' back for
for some love In every club, I see you standing like you want it Well baby if ya got it better flaunt it Let the liquor help you get up on it I'm still
Father's Day convention with a gold revolver Life's a salad I'mma toss it eat that shit up, Rick Ross it Shit it out, bag it up sell it, I'm so damn rebellious
bitch and my cock's off the Glock's cock My hand's shriveled, my finger's slipped, the wall's red Her life is fucked, she sad now, her son is dead [Hook