he owe you money and you're scared of him, ain't ya? You can never point the finger at me, playa, you stayed when I left I couldn't call you when my bills
nigga goes from not doin to doin, what can you tell him? Not to be a nigga? Shit I gots to be a nigga, that's how I pay the bills And I'ma do that whether
, rented Jeep sounds sickenin' To those with no soul, as I roll with my [Incomprehensible] Bugle boy, bugle boy, toot your own horn Frugal won't endure, as the talents
call that amazing Back to back, shakin' our bum bums Picture us in the war, back to back shakin' off dum-dums In Y O, that's where I come from My talents
he believes you don't love him. Satine: What?! Zidler: You're a great actress, Satine. Make him believe you don't love him. Satine: NO. Zidler: Use your talent
sorriest hoe in America Why don't you take the weight off my back every now and then Why don't you pay a bill 30 damn dollars, the cable bill ain't
knots They play, in the park, in the dark, where they spark a spliff Raise it high in the sky and cry "This shit is for Chris" Then the talent tailor
cause i make so much sence Hell bent, and i'm whisky bound Is there anything wacker than the wicked clown (no) Some people just don't get it They got no talent
Today you're through with yesterday's truth You know better for the forward actions As for your past friends, all lost in the holocaust Of thoughts in a backward caption Unlucrative talents
to piss in Now I shine watch me glisten remenissin Didn't listen folks told me id be killed I was hypnotized by gun smoke power And big bills cold chills
our photos taken Sitting in front of smoked windows Decanters of cheap whiskey in our hands Drive into Manhattan on a date with a starlet who's just talent
Jeanne met toutes ses billes dans la course au pouvoir, Au succee jeanne n'est pas a cours de ressources pour sA©duire qui lui plaA®t Jeanne connaA®t
busy, like a bee, check me, R-A-V-E-N Symone rocks microphones like cradles Gettin dough over the table I'm STILL young But my compitition is STILL run I'm comin' at you with talent
kill-kill But what about Grindhouse and Kill Bill? What about Cheney and Halliburton? The backdoor deals on oil fields How's Nas the most violent person? Y'all don't know talent
it Street scenery, ballers in the street running Marlon Brando weep concealed with three best the bill Aiyo Kirk tell them chill each one wanna clench the bill
's, ha, it's better known as bleed and suck look I started rappin' when I was about thirteen I was into basketball, not this hip hop thing I started doin' talent
hey She feed the babies, Johnny J still crazy as hell Takin' your class in college, hope I don't fail I wish I had the mail for the million dollar bill
no-talent fools That run around gallant and make all rules for the ones that got talent And it ain't in the ones that ain't got any talent but think