ll find a new man -- that's bout some business Hope she find what her was lookin for, like a dreamto my end I wanted to be more than friends Beautiful
ain't nothin like the original I wreck kids, that's my theory and perspective When it comes to hip-hop, I'm on the case like detectives You better step
from my bookings When y'all was askin' permission, I just stepped up and took it What? The kid's better buy my rookie card now 'Cause after this year
missedBooya, NANA you can't touch this Rap verse 1 (ski): I flip on any scrip put in front of me yo Murder n' a vision of life ,You Better keep it Down
this style, solo or X Are you TFO's doctor or Mobb Deep Whoever, I freaked it yes, so meet ya death I never wear Esco, I got a New Line comin' like cinemas
I'm running for cover Finally I'm so hung up on things, and the pain that pride brings We're just following no one down the well Better times than this
no one there's the trend Back-breaker of men Mighty morphins, no begining, no end Can you place my origin? But now in our days, finding new ways to destroy
stopped usin who love booze and alternative music (Whattup?) Told me she was goin back into usin again (Nah!) I said, "Wait, first try this hallucinogen It's better than
before they've begun Well I'd like to know if You've got the notion Cause we're number one I'm not trying to say my style is better than yours I'm just
back You better take a chill and observe the skill of the man who can, so understand god damn I got a masterpiece a master plan and a brand new way to
from my bookings When y'all was askin permission I just stepped up and took it What!? The kid's better buy my rookie card now Cause after this year the
, who made this style, solo or X Are you TFO's doctor or Mobb Deep Whoever, I freaked it yes, so meet ya death I never wear Esco, I got a New Line comin
gunning killing everything And my veins pumping nothing but this thug blood Maybe blue nigga, till I'm through nigga, yeah Situation got a nigga bout to self-destruct Better
all I'm doing this one for the struggle And every bad doin' brotha Sista, daddy and mother Who livin' in the gutter You want Better cars And a better
't stop George of this poor life pop, put to Scarlet in a place she believes, much better than your lies She say she lookin better in my eyes, bullshit