to be shy; you're looking too pretty Please tell me what should I do Just hold on to me, give me your hand Everyone's watching. I don't give a damn
the moon gets above my apartment I catch fits for starting shit I'm smart with it, I give it that special touch when I push it Cause I'm also a label
for a brother With a mouth full of hand grenades? Watch a brothers tongue serenade With the grace of a razor blade over butter In the middle of a heat
damn fast And change the beauty of the melody Until it's sounding like a symphony That's why I go for that rock'n'roll music Any old way you choose it It's got a
and Banks was puttin out classics, A hundred shots, a hundred clips, y'all ready to die, Fat Joe ain't a gangsta, he afraid to fly, Automatic mossberg, who want a
's dressed up in a suit, when he used to wear polos I wonder if there's a heaven for a gangsta, a killa, and a shoota I wish some nigga gunned john gotti
amazed I'm the mightiest slinger of them all There is a time for war and a time for peace And a time to run and a time to split Getting dusty in the
, don't check me, go check the trick I know she just had a baby in June, her chest is saggin' Her na na had turned to jelly and her stomach looked like a moon
gear that I rock, you get your boots knocked Then attack you like a pit that lock shit DOWN As I come and freaks the sound, hardcore but giving you
Chef] Champion gear that I rock, you get your boots knocked Then attack you like a pit that lock shit DOWN As I come and freaks the sound, hardcore but giving
yo, set it off Champion gear that I rock, you get your boots knocked Then attack you like a pit that lock shit down As I come and freaks the sound, hardcore But giving
now surrender) (my pon hits yo mind mix thoughts like a blender) Then I dish off from a shooting guard to a center Like rockafella you hit rock bottom
don't check me, go check the trick I know she just had a baby in June, her chest is saggin Her na-na had turned to jelly and her stomach looked like a moon
to reach with their heads and they each will be yours i give a piece of me for her to have a piece of mind or a piece of your chicken cause its ramen
change like a cashier As I bust ass with shit I wrote last year So MC's step up and press your luck I don't give a fuck, I roll like a fucking Tonka
'cuz he shine like one Yo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, move give me room Holdin' up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom Full moons make me howl like a
serious because I don't give a shit I used to bust my butt all day fighting crime But now I rock the house when I say my rhyme I turn the whole damn house into a
that) I was put on a part of the earth with a turf, its rugged never smooth (What have you got to loose!) Not a damn thing That's why I holler "
