buy 80 G stones, twin Mercedes at homes Fuck a juck, spend 10 Gs alone on chrome When I die they'll take my chromosomes and clone clones Two hundred and eight bones
probably that an all out nuclear war Would destroy all life on planet Earth. * We are not talking fantasy, Nor preaching doom. We are talking of an
sing out so loud, You won't hear me talk again. When you can hear me you're, Around (around) around (around) around yeah. Stay at home, is what you do, You make no bones
Not your sex symbol so save that soft stuff for the Care Bears The way I freak funk OHHHH the Monkees sayin, "Hell yeah" Correction, "Hell yes"; old folks wanna cuss on how I walk talk
Life, I can give you niggaz sun up I just get an order, let my niggaz pick the gun up That's when I bone ya, nigga wake yo' punk ass up This is ammonia
titty Simone Seh she really come ova cause I'm home alone Mi a ital jockey mi nuh use nuh stone Mix up mi baba roots wid mi tiger bone She startplay
But yuh waan to come ova cau I'm home alone Yuh waan di ital jockey mi nuh use nuh stone Mix up mi baba roots wid mi tiger bone [Verse 5: Foxy Brown]
[Talking: K-Rino] As we move forward Anytime you come closer to something Your vision should get clearer Am I right? [Rapping:] You are a tool in the
the night, Sam Sara from Fahrenheit [Nikki] He talked, I listened, he listened I spoke We walked arm-in-arm and split a cherrycoke Spit religion and politics, Sega and chess Roots
can give you niggaz sun up I just get an order, let my niggaz pick the gun up That's when I bone ya, nigga wake yo' punk ass up This is ammonia, fuck
I ain't even goin say the motherfucking rest You know We talk about it all day long baby We fin'a break you off with some brand new shit [C-Bone] This
(feat. Cotton) [24 seconds of instrumental to open] [Intro/Chorus: Bone Crusher] These niggaz talkin hardcore ain't no killers You don't wanna fuck
[Killa Bamz] Red dog Ebonese, half Gotti and Lebonese You see me posted, lifted like my tape to text Poverty projects son, and I ain't scared to talk
ears real Walkin through the valley of the drop Bone! Lookin for my damn drone! Where ya at? I see ya! I see ya! Come on let's get 'em dawg come on! [talking
Tweet)] Yeah, she like to have money in her pocketbook, uh (that's alright), and that's alright Got a lot of sense running through ya bones (that's alright