it and ain't doing it Then you will get exposed, you know that I'm gonna ruin it It's foolishness, sip your Hypnotic I hope you cool with it I'ma
nigga What's up nigga? What the fuck I hear niggaz hollerin' that keep it real and all that nigga Nigga if you talkin' all that gangsta shit Nigga we get it
that was a different person and so long ago it's strange to me, there's no history But there's a past and she's telling everyone It must be a garden
scene as a teen And these broad page, pages that you seen that's just me Because my PR you no ruth down there and sainted She's blown me up now I ain'
bet ya lovin me (? ? ), drink and drown in my own iniquity, But fuck that, I'm gonna rap till y'all get sick of me, And clutch my last sack, it's been all
sick. And tired, much too jaded. How they weep, cos how they hate it. Sky dye on her fingers. The air was turning blue, as captain whispered, 'Blindfold's
out, 'cuz it's all about money, money, money Yeah I said it, a nigga sportin plats and a Braves hat I hang with Rico Wade 'cuz the Dungeon is where the funk's
How long will we have to sing until you finally bring our sons, our daughters home? We?ll let the prayers start healing, what time?s been stealing We only want to feel as close as
your heart your words are like the flowing of a spring, knowing thy love waits for me until eternity's end is this poetry or is this love's sickness engulfing
his head black All those he drove his next destination of home Suddenly sniped from civilization Reality starts to set in, his last thoughts Flashin back to where it all
me down She plants all her seeds into concrete to watch all the little roses grow with scratches. Nothing can be as perfect as her. She fed all her
men It's the Midwest y'all, we aimin' at all y'all We the ball til we fall or it's nothin' at all So just warm up the water, cause we Blink like Trotter
So I said this rhyme that I'm about to say It came from the heart and it went this way: Go to hell girl, you make me sick! I hope your new boyfriend gets
must be a weak link, I know I can fuck with em' For those who wanna ride, come on, climb aboard I'ma be an asshole for as long as I'm exhorted You
And we call this one for all y'all, who be going to buy... Chorus: The cheebas, them liquors The condoms, hit the ass It's the cheebas, the liquors
's my baby right there, that's my boy right there, my young nigga What's up nigga, what the fuck? I hear niggaz hollerin' that, keep it real and all
gettin' sick of all the friendships As soon as we kick it he done split and the whole shit ends quick How can I be a man if there's no role model? Strivin