, have you gay niggaz lay down for me And get a order for killers to spray rounds for me Competition, you ain't considered; you rapping, you bore me You
me? Bring him in the ring ring And see this killa be sting him (Reefa) Wanna battle me dribblin' Gonna be laughin' at you like you be ticklin' While
man There's a courage about him, doesn't look like a killer Comes across so calm Acts like he has a dream full of passion You don't trust me, huh? Well
atomic sensai. aka b.j. mckay, and his best friend bear will hit you With shirley murdock and you can sing as we lay. what you gonna do, Nothing cause you
A un passo da Gerusalemme e a solo un miglio dalla luna sotto un cielo di milioni di stelle ho il cuore perso in un pianeta lontano che gira intorno e
the nine if it's drama let these niggaz tryin' to bring to my mind I seem to remind that Thomas Crown is spoke and if you don't love it you can shove
All that I want is to show you love All I got to do is find the time So when can I see you? (I see you love) I know what you want I know what you babe
man, there's a courage about him Doesn't look like a killer Comes across so calm, acts like he has a dream Full of passion You don't trust me huh? Well
names If you not one of the same I suggest you [chorus] Stay in your lane Stay in your lane Stay off my stage, stay in your lane If you ain't from the
zoo? You don't even need a pass The wildlife in my garage, how can you not see the jag? You think you can stop my cash, and I'm a tell you how 9-1-1
If he ain't Cube or Pac then who you got? We getting tired of you talkin about who you shot I'll use another six bars to tell you who you not You ain
the way you come across your shit is off Malfunctionin my nigga you about to feel the real force Lay you on your face while I beat you up your head with
that she gotta pay So married or single, watch out for Jackie when you jingle She might sting you, and ain't no tellin' what that stinga bring you You
spliff that wouldn't burn right Make you wanna holla 'bout it It ain't no doubt about it Every now and then you gotta stand up and shout about it And
Hot like wasabe when I bust rhymes Big like Leann Rimes Because I'm all about value Bert Kaempfert's got the mad hits You try to match wits You try to
tell you something, I ain't gon' front, yo I love you and all that, son (then say that!) You my first cousin, (then say that, Ghost, say that) You my
, this is us politicin with the ladies And gentleman, gentle when you brush past us I'm in the cutler supreme and it attracts mad dust And smudges, appreciated if you