fronting, be fucking ya hoe sick Send her home, can't hump Send my nigga's through ya block, can't pump Grind, watch for the cops Shit tucked I'll be watching them lady
is bond" "Th-Th-There's no need for alarmin, 'cause right now" "On the microphone" "What you need to do is smell the success" [Verse 3 - Brother Ali]
you would just give me a chance then I'm sure you'll see, baby You just don't know what you do to me Only God knows what can happen when you fool with me, lady
my Dog know ("ruff")(like a puppy barking) I'm bout too come and get him. and chorus:The time has come for me to get you, Daddy's coming home for
other time 11 is irrelevant And 7 is craps, after you've established a point A point being 4, 5, 6, 8, 9, or 10 2's, 3's, and 12's is only relevant on
, is sure to die Slaughter i, all that playa hating only makes me fortify To get the papers to me is a necessity And I don't want a piece of the pie I
no rhymes, man. The only thing thing busting is your ass if you don't sell those records & tapes, kid. I do my work. You ladies better run for cover
is strictly ammo Microphones are not for these niggas who don't have no Skill Yet in still they insist they only do if for fun Fuck that Feel the gun
'm flip when I sways this Out the motherfuckers like a real estate agent. Douse you with my lyrical liquid for this hip-hop era So I suggest you fetch an umbrella for
Yeah, right about now I'm about to slow it up For that very special lady I see you right there But we about to smooth it out for you right now Never,
to me all the time when I was on tour. The only thing that would help is when your Momma told me not to talk for a while. Miley: I can do that. Robby
'm ill as any STD's or sex disease These dirty rats want extra cheese On that piece of the pie nowm ask me how high Until ya reach for the sky blame the
check to see if I wreck it The only record your man got is a jail record I know you like him a lot because he's a big shot The only picture you got is
[Mia X] And the lady America was finally slaughtered And divided into 3 quarters Her children who was fit fell, peace Battlin', golden', platinum Friends
the city [...] Gotta party tonight, like give the last, Only get tight have fun and get ass, Have a blast ass drinking A bit, Half the ladies shaking
bout playboy 'cause silicone parts were made for toys I wannem real thick and juicy So find that juicy double Mixalot's in trouble Beggin for a piece
just for us Niggas ain't gotta get all dressed up and be Hollywood You na'mean? Where do niggas go when we die? Ain't no heaven for a thug nigga
