ta) pick up the mic on a soul tip (I got ta) run you down like a polo skip (I got ta) rip mc's like a paper bag (I got ta) wear a disguise to escape a
to you for your contention Anything for my Julie, ay We got some, mmm, make a connection She and me We be bangin' to a Shaggy selection One time for my Julie, ay ** Julie You know me love-a
tha hope No money, no love, just tears, weed, blood, and hoes I'm like slim, these niggas don't feel my pain A ninty-nine problems and but a bitch ain
My dearest love who existed in a dream till this evening When a wave came and swept me out to sea None of the loves that you have known could prepare
throw up on nobody Known for my spiel or wheelie one wheel This is like havin' a delicious meal And when I move in the crowd, well that's a must I got
I quote that I'm r-a-w So make room, cause fighters are doomed Try to consume, and make your own tune A grave from a casket, a tisket a tasket You're
the procedure} Now what do you like the most about this? Conflict, consequence, constant evidence A classic content communicated conference Whether five or six, whether a
Like the lion tears the flesh off of a man So can a woman who passes herself off as a male They sang, 'Danny Boy' at his funeral and the Lord's Prayer
the law come and get us You jealous fellas I'm puttin holes in vendettas Twist your body With two shells from a shottie pow! [baby sham] Niggas wanna get me touched (naw they cant touch
a moth to the flame. [Roxie Hart] A moth? [Billy Flynn] Now I am a man who will assist and you're a butterfly. Crushed on a wheel! [Roxie Hart] Wait
who diss hip-hop, I got a short fuse But irregardless what they think, what you want Jungle drums full of bass for your trunk to pure funk Raw lyrics spice
I crack whips on phones, blow smoke out nose Niggas peepin' out the style, hoes peepin' the clothes A million flows off the slang, bizz-a-pow, bizz-a
at the bar thirst We good, baby, I ain't in need of much Except a partner, every Starsky need a Hutch I'm doin' numbers so when a star skate through I'm a
to do things right, now I'm, so glad that now you're mine. So use me, don't let me screw it up. I believe you oh, I need your touch. Just a little spice
the world till the law come and get us You jealous fellas I'm puttin' holes in vendettas Twist your body With two shells from a shottie pow Niggas wanna get me touched (Naw, they cant touch
3: E-40, Spice 1] Eminate 'money over hoes', mistood a man named *?"Xena spokes and vogues"?* Go on a rampage, beanie, smokes and clothes Drunk as a
in eighty fo' When JD was poppin' in Houdini's videos Me and Nate was serving on the east side fo' sho And in a game fo' a minute got a minute to go,
I think I've got a touch of island fever I do believe I feel a bit sauteed This morning I was just some nonbeliever Tonight I feel I've joing a wild