He starin' at me hard Two of his mans with him, I got to hit 'em I'm reachin' for my Roscoe, cocked it back on and get my blast on At the gas station
the garden Fresher than the harvest, step up to the target If I had one guess then I guess I'm just New Orleans And I will never stop like I'm running
it, but, I guess the whole point I'm tryin' to make here is I HATE SAUERKRAUT! That's all I'm really tryin' to say And, by the way, if one day you
mid-air. ``Hey, Big Bad Wolf'', said Peter, ``why don't you come up here and get us now?'' ``I would'', said the Wolf, ``but, well, I'm kinda tied up
want to leave, that was perfectly clear I said, "Folks, I can tell you're all sad to go" Then I winked my eye and I said "You know, I got a funny kind
, my eye 7 Sign I put who got you, too, who shot you Who got you, glock you and stop you (Stop you, stop you) Look who got you, too, who shot you Who
one to the chest in front of his momma's home (Yup, yup) I know this yes, I know we all gotta go, I pray I'm too soon/ If I do, I ask my thugstas; Watch
bitch's mist I say shame, shame, shame. Enemies attacking me actually I'm in the grain ask Mr. Majesty these casualties well they're passin me by but I
I'm smokin' some kill Don't look at me, go buy some drinks, call up some hoes if you will I see it nothin' but a party ya'll, I guess I'm the host Ain
your blood on my clothes, and I'll be guilty But werent you the one who stepped on my toes, So I ain't guilty At least thats how I see it inside, an eye
(devin and k.b. talking) [devin] I know I shouldn't do this But I can't help it I'm a fiend Lotion and magazines is what I'm left wit I step witout
muh'fucker try to pop me I'm so blessed, do anythin' that you could do to stop me, stop me Now I'm climbin' up the ladder and I'm jumpin' at the top
made you broke I aint piss poor I'm big poppa plus I'm 2pacalypto my mind is a weapon what I need to pop a clip for huh, I'm doing this for hip hop
I'm just D-Town reppin' And makin' all these niggas who second guessed it regret it Regret it like half the hoes I smashed in the sheets At least I realise
, I'll beat my drum And if I'm fanned out, your turn at bat, sir At least I didn't fake it hat, sir I guess, I didn't make it but whether I'm the rose
. His inventions were failures, his future seemed bleak. He fled to the opera at least twice a week. One night at the opera he saw an Aida who's t-ts
about. His inventions were failures, his future seemed bleak. He fled to the opera at least twice a week. One night at the opera he saw an aida Who'