Too much junkie business Too much junkie business Too much junkie business I don?t wanna fuck around with you Too much junk, too much junk Too much junk, too much
Too much junkie business Too much junkie business Too much junkie business I don't wanna fuck around with you Too much junk, too much junk Too much junk, too much
my hood niggas Comin' up everyday just tryin' to survive The only way we know how But see we know too much now And we seen too much now So ain't no goes
well what I'm talkin' about I'm the Too $hort, baby, way too cold So mothafuck you, bitch, goddamn ass hoe The dope fiend beat For all you junkies to
' Rob) Ever since I was about 12 that's when they documented me A gang member let me tell you my autobiography I can't let it turn me frenetic too much
trees Plus a thing of Thunderbird that's swerving me Now what y'all know bout Mr. G Much love to them thugs that run the streets Crack sells, fat mail, while them junkies
at the post office or somethin'. Sometimes, I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em, but anyways, F- it. What's been up, man? How's you're daughter? My girlfriend's pregnant, too
title sequence for Uncle Meat right now, which is the name of the Mothers of Invention movie that we've been working on for about three years . . . without too much
Too fast, too odious, too strong Too slick, too hard to get along Too weird, don't know where you belong Too much, too right up in your face Too heavy
Gats that I'm packin, sucker better put it back I'm slappin dumb girls cause my rhymes on hit But on the smooth tip, kickin that butt Had too much St.
Day mean business, no time for play If you bite a line, we'll roll your way (You out there? Louder) The more you bite, your body gets hot Don't get too
the world on fire, watch the sky turn grey 2x I was born to mourn,I guess that's why I live the life of misery Forever through eternity My mama was a junkie
me for the way I am I'll never grow up, never be a man Too slow think, too fast to live Love addiction too much junkie business But I need somebody too
Verse 1 In the crackhouse cutting up the diggety dope Breaking down the keys cutting them up like riddick bowe Gotta cook it up good for the dope fiends Not too much
It's a Sad Vacation without you You hurt me baby but I love you All by myself, I'm so alone Too much way too soon the Junkie Business you do You made
Fifty thousand round our sign Businessmen not business junk Break a case to keep 'em crunk Heard my niggaz run a train they said you funky like a skunk Chorus (2x) (too
addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em but anyways; eff it, what's been up? Man how's your daughter? My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm 'bout to be a father
good, legal illegal what's hood We see through people But we don't look in ourselves like we should We try to grow in the cold, too busy shoveling snow