I'm the main event so you know I'm go out and get it Mrs.Simmons may I please call you cause it sounds so nicely never ever woulda thought that at fifteen
The homeless are a problem for only one reason Their presence raises the question Who owns the Land? The homeless are a problem for only one reason Their
Fuck Marxism Fuck Socialism Fuck Capitalism Fuck Anarchism White man's got a whole lot of solutions White man's got a whole lot of problems White man'
county superviser likes to think he's so much wiser Than all the doctors put together Who say we should give away clean syringes My city councilman says it's not a problem
I feel it's safe to say that DPalm can bust a bomb rhyme When I write down a verse, there ain't no controversy Look at your bitch, she's fifteen, call
' rights I got a pair that he ain't seen since about nine-three And they all authentics so obviously niggas tryna rob me, but that could be a problem
still ten toes in this Hustlin tryna make hood rich And i still ain't trustin no bitch 'cause the mother fuckers always snitch Its hard in this ghetto man Fifteen
dust-bunnies, countin' money Old school, twenty-fo's, with the Lamborghini doors Sucker knows how we floss, don't you come with no static If you got a problem
squeezed the engineer out J. C. Cohen, what a great conductor How he'd moan, step to the rear J. C. Cohen, he really had a problem On a subway train
fear, why fight it? Hope it's not a problem that I'm not invited! Got a party jones like I'm a Kennedy. Eleven-fifteen, night was never meant to be
just wanna be friends But baby, my friends don't have keys to my Mercedes Benz, no I think I know what you mean, you wanna talk and such Tell me all your problems
, look at 'em man Little suburban fucks What the fuck you doin at your shows homie? Don't listen to 'em Math You, do your thing [Verse 1] Little Math You, fifteen
the file watch the crowd go wild Bad beats to bless the females' finesse Points shot stress causing cardiac arrest Mics too hot for you to told in your hands Now they sell 'em with fifteen
I'm in jail Don't need you to try for bail If I know ma, she'll scream and wail So just lock me up and throw away the keys Well, I'd only fifteen pints
lady take it easy Hate to sound sleazy, but tease me, I don't want it if it's that easy Aiyo bust it, baby got a problem saying bye bye Just another hazard
' Mom is steady blamin' me Is it my fault, just 'cause I'm a young black male? Cops sweat me as if my destiny is makin' crack sales Only fifteen and got problems
he squeezed the conductor out. J. C. Cohen, what a great conductor, How he'd moan, "Step to the rear." J. C. Cohen, he really had a problem, On a subway
toes in this hustlin' tryna make hood rich And I still ain't trustin' no bitch 'cause the mother fuckers always snitch It's hard in this ghetto man fifteen
