to ask Word Seen my homeboys coolin' way out told 'em bout my mornin' Cold bugged' em out shot allmenn little dice until my knees got sore Kicked around some stories
rapping on the same track It's a thug story, tell me can you handle that? [T-Pain & Taylor:] I had a dream last night [Taylor Swift:] I had high top
(Krayzie): Why do I stay high? [repeat 4X] (Bizzy): Why do I stay high? (Krayzie): Why do I stay high?... (chorus) If I could teach the world (whole wide
licious ...(don't know these 2 lines) .... Finish the diches, BITCH! Let's try on your mom's minx, think she'll miss these chenelle linx and these high
't push me cause I'm close to the edge I'm trying not to lose my head, ah huh-huh-huh [2nd and 5th: ah huh-huh-huh] [4th: say what?] It's like a jungle
You ready?) Royce Da 5'9" would like to apologize to the family of my homeboy Bugz for lettin' that line leak out the radio, it was a long story how
I write drama, decomposer, best noah They watch us, build for hours Behold the, behold the [killah priest] Yo, we sip wine around golden candles Wearin mantels, tellin ghost stories
hillarious thangs boy And its a wild wild chain of events that gets yo ass in here (Chorus) Momma I don't wanna sell Birds no more ( I gotta fuckin funny story
I did get it I had to work and run wit it, have fun wit it High speeds in 740's, niggas starin' hard Mini battles and war stories, bitches love my scares
Crash Burn Win Lose Good news Bad news Bitch you choose Wings are spread Head held high Time is God So watch God fly Where you at? Why you here? Are you
1 & 2 & 3 & 4 C'mon, c'mon what'cha waiting for? Let me know if you want some more! omfunk mc's gotta rhyme galore 1 & 2 & 3 & 4 C'mon, c'mon what
' my folk Now I let my throat be the antidote Always kept my hopes high Now mama don't cry, 'cause I'll be close by With the most high I was playin'
town and world wide So get your lighters, get your drank And I tell you what I'm so fucked up, and screwed up If anybody try to blow my high You know
If a nigga know the Memph I ain't the type to front I'll put any gun to you what type you want? Supply any drug for you what high you want? Bag any chick
: {tec-9} Now I'm out in the gutta nothin' but a trap You can't survive if you can't stay strapped So watch yo back gangster I hear this story and I
Make sure that you see what you do Cause if the PIG find out then we through Then it's off to the County for a few But that's not how the story is told
from the hip (pop pop) explodin When the 9 mill starts unloadin You better be watchin what you sayin Cause niggas from 159th ain't playin Trey's and 4
