the bills are late/ S****y diapers on her babies/ And they haven?t ate/ So she flex/catch a date/its her duty though/ She never h*?d but it?s the only
in and out the box, super stupid soldier Told me if he can do it again, he'd do it over Poverty's king cobra, squeeze ya life out 'Cause it's the fatalities
to that Chorus: mack 10 The hood is mine Homey get back The hood is mine Chips I stack The hood is mine Homey get back The hood is mine, the hood is
her eyes like this But that ain't my business, I keep my game universal And leave that ol' [unverified] around shit up to them Squares like Urkel, it's too
do this anymore, he's not worried bout me watchin, it's too late now to refute, nightly fever you can't refuse, masturbation blues. (Every line is
is dead, the king is gone The King is in us, let his song play on! King Electric, motor on the King is dead, the king is gone The King is in us, let
the gangsta team is runnin', shit Now it's time for the rest of you motherfuckin' gangstas to show 'em How we livin' Now I'm losin' it 'cause my brother
so high, it's gettin' kinda hard to top it So imagine when the album drop, I'ma make y'all Cop it, object, put it in the pot Then rock it, put it out
. I ask your baby momma is she up to the task, She like damn red its bigger than a (cannon). My attire makes the ladies say your man is too fly, Imported
it, it's too thin If I get hit again I can't do it, I scoop deep Follow Bizarre's path ran through it And made it to the front door and collapsed on
off caine You know you're spaced the fuck out like George Lucas When your puke is turnin' to yellowish-orange mucus So when I grab a pencil and squeeze it
'bout to blaze up it's tucked in tight I let the ventilation slide sensation between the wind pipe Ignite it up try to bite my style too tought Its too much , too lil', too late
Turn it up (I've got to have it) See this is what it's all about right her Understand me see my life's real I don't know about yours Everything I do is
my gangsta Why y'all testin' my gangsta? ('Cuz it's on now) These bitches testin' my gangsta (Nigga, yeah, it's on now) Why y'all testin' my gangsta? ('Cuz it
young nigga caught up in the struggle Born hustler, goin for the jugular Out to take the beast down, piece down might be too late The funk is on, high
-rig-inal, season-al, motherfucking crimi-nals You know the format, ringing your bell, standing on your doormat 'who is it? " thats your sentence Looking through the peephole with your eyes squinching Too late
one Lovers Baby let me be your lover Lovers Let me be the one Don't let your thoughts get in the way The time is right for love, it's not too late The
, silence equals death, science versus life, until there's only giant people left. this is for the losers, this is for canadians, this is for my sister, this is