on my way to a session Said let me help this woman up the stairs before I get to steppin' We got in a conversation she said she a 107 Just her presence
your boss a jerk, you can come to da platter, tie you up, witcha skirt Let ya man make love, let me bring ya to da crib, you a big city gurl Let
make love, let me bring you to the crib, Oh big city girl, let me show ya where I live, Got a pond in the front, got a lake in the back, If you want
a little cigarette to relax myself, my head felt dead sore. I was in Embassy, backing off Blue Alize, energized off Red Bull. I was watching this little
of her mind A tried and confined egret That pines to fly south To this mouth of mine Pity Too long have these emotions Like potions, made me A sole
steady fronting as if they know me Bragging on they skills its time they show me CMG nigga we a dangerous team I turn crumbs into cream this a dope as dream
pushed me out and had a nut That made her toes curl, Yeah She said Look at his pretty eyes What a beautiful smile He's a bouncing baby boy What a beautiful
Liza was a lesbian who lived in the Bronx She used to make me dinner when the winter's were long Liza packed a pistol and a train to St. John A long
cipher on the corner then I smack a rapper With a sweet sixteen I'm so mean with this mic machine You wanna battle me I'll battle you and shatter your dreams
you know it all, Yeah, you're hot-rod cocky An' you stand there like a man an' say: "There ain't nothin' strong enough to stop me" Until some beautiful
to survive him for she stayed here with me for just a year and bound her hair with gold, oh my little white dove... one fine day she turned into a hawk
my way to a session Said let me help this woman up the stairs before I get to steppin' We got in a conversation she said she a 107 Just her presence
close to me I'm a Lone Star Rida, I ride alone If he test me, I fuck off that maricon It's the SPM, see more pussy than lesbian Still a killa from my
it takes A pioneering spirit to face the West Finesse, pride and grace wouldn't hurt a bit Show me something immortal, we'll murder it Show me something
streets they became a master The children of being a slave, they grow a little faster They bodies become adult while they keep the thoughts of a child