he showed prose in his time compose lies his rib cage hungry not just for my mic blocked every blow with his face and now he spits with a limp and thinks
I'm like 50 Pacs not two, boy cold from sick ha-choo Ask myself a question, why I do Punk pussy rappers, try you pip squeak Last one and not two, 50 a
on the wool-er Finger on the trigger Scramb-a-lin, ramb-a-lin Thinks he la right gamb-a-lin Ambul-ance head crack Cause he took a chance That you didn
bitch lobster and shrimp (This is for the hoes man, this is for the pimps) You know the kind that got them gators, man'll walk wit a limp The ones that
fast to go And blow like Curtis Double off in the lex Let me see if she worth it Gettin by so perfect Gettin by so perfect Last year I was mackin We climbed
Riding jeweled elephants, California horizon Track mud through the kitchen, murder henchmen Strange man's pockets, cigarettes and candy Walk with a limp, chance
won't stand a chance Cause the L.O.D. put in work like red ants And when I walk by Curtis Mayfield'll draft And spell the full limp love is just like
down, let's square-off You need a hand, you got hands for Tryna be me, now LL stands for Lower Level, Lack Lustre Last Least, Limp Lover Lousy Lame,
last chance For romance Our last chance Come home with me Won't you come home with me This is our last chance for love This is our last chance This is