It only took one time looking at you a single moment watching through your eyes to find out that you'd never like to notice that you'd never go out with
time, we've gotta get this town before it sucks our lives out we should remove our handcuffs I love your twilit smile as you approach to me got you by
, so fair You came through like some good clean air Skin softer than the softest fabrics You heard about me, how I ball like the Dallas Mavericks Sayin' anything you want, you
night I just might change your life cause baby... You got it (you got it) you got it (you got it) you got it (you got it) you got it (you got it) [J
You bully, you break, you bully, you break You fake, you fake, you fake, you fake You smoke, you toke, you want, you flaunt You hit it and you're in it
the up and up Keep you at the bottom, but tease you with the upper crust You get it, then they move it, so you never keeping up enough If you turn on TV, all you
road-rage your ass with it I guess I have a choice I don't have to be this grumpy 'Cause there's plenty of other losers got it way worse than me It'
Said you (Passed the Courvoisier) to pick up a gun Said you more concerned about bein hard than havin fun [Busta Rhymes] Yo, wow Tig', I see you takin
shit Chris Kirk Patrick, you can get your ass kicked Worse than them little Limp Bizkit bastards And Moby? You can get stomped by Obie You 36 year old
Always there when you call, always on time Gave you my, baby be mine Always there when you call, always on time Gave you my, baby Baby, I'm not always
kinda fresh you listen to more than hip-hop And I can catch you in the mix from beauty to thrift shop Plus you ship hop when it's time to, thinkin' you
the mic and spit it And whether you like to admit it, I just shit it Better than ninety percent of you rappers out can Then you wonder how can kids eat
be good It's already better than that And nothing's worse Than knowing you're holding back I could be all that you need If you let me try You set it
help a nigga you destroy a brother Worse than the others, Bill Clinton, Mr. Bob Dole You're too old to understand the way the game is told You're lame so I gotta hit you
worse Ill pass the purp dont f-ck with me cuz right now im higher than Captain Kurk I swear i be the sickest n-gga, u can ask the nurse and if you throw
his son a bitch Repeating satanic verses but I changed the words now you worship me The gates of hell on fire shooting flames can't be worse, G (Bizzy
you comin' with static, I play the map Comin', comin' at you with M11's and automatic I'm worse than the mentally ill, a bad habit Over killin' my victims
I live by, that's what I heard I wasn't there when you rose from the dead or parted the sea I never seen you, but still I believe How you explain the
