I'm off to a lucky start and all these changes, All I got and I know it's wrong, Why can't I analyze this? What does it mean to me? I wanted everything
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the country picks Martin Van Burne, number eight For a one-term shot as Chief of State William Harrison, how do you praise? That guy was dead in thirty
cash on the barrelhead, hon Not part, not half But the entire sum No money down No credit line 'Cause a little boy tells me You're the travelin' kind" Thirty
's the way I prefer Your forty-four might do damage But see my streetsweeper's much worse My shotguns are cocked Make sure you're stayin' in line Me twenty
swing on my penis, watch how they sing and try to be us Yeah, we them niggaz that like to fuck up the party Already drunk off Bacardi and start shit with
. We all across the nation. Treach: As far as 50 greatest emcees ever, they gave me 32, like they don't know how these dirty judge get thirty, do ya?
I started small time, dope game, pushin' on the corner Twenty cent cook up, fifty flippers if you want 'em Full of formaldehyde, my clothes wreakin' marijuana
honor Lil' Kim is a threat to society She has shown a blatant disregard for the law And has killed six fine law enforcement agents in the line of duty
the Bloods, 'woot-woot' Watch the Crips loc' it up, we back, we got our focus up St. Lunatics, nigga know that, know that Supreme team, if we lose you open your minds Start
Ain't givin' shit up but the funk Let these record companies know what the fuck I want 'Cause they been fuckin' black folks right from the start When you sign that line
[scratch] gotta get that funk Female funk The next young tender down the line Is just a fan who loves the rhymes She saw me rolling so so hot Recognized pain in the start
clothes off Started pulling food out the bag And said, "Yo, I'm 'bout to work you" Yeah, I let her get the best of me She was sitting next to me Then baby started
dogg exclusive D-12, worst fucking rap group ever (You ready?) Royce Da 5'9" would like to apologize to the family of my homeboy Bugz for lettin' that line
know how it be with the peppermint Clarks Throwing darts at a hoodrat Getting slow necked all up in The Bronx That's all me, thirty four shines, forty four lines
"Supreme" talkin' to you and shit You caught me all the way in Staten Island to see you Beat the two minute and thirty seven second clock Suprise, time started
