lt's my goddamn hour-need.' [Roxie Hart] Now he shot off his trap I can't stand that sap [Amos Hart] And i believed that cheap little tramp. She's too
your dirty hand's holding You reach for something you will never know Heard you singing in a Taco Bell bathroom Heard you singing a Cheap Trick song
, hit up with the big shit, bam-bam Stop at the cheeba spot, then pass the leak spot So past y'all niggaz again, you took a cheap shot Not knowin' fuckin
If you were a dog they'd put you to sleep Your looks aint' good, and your minds not deep When the talk is cheap, you got nothing to say You're high on
, double stride Find your pace deep inside Twice, sudden start Sleep it off, where you are Once, know your smile Add some more, on your bedroom pile Twice, trick
free, but it will be.a?? And they close their eyes and smile their smiles of bloody lips and broken teeth. I put a file in your birthday cake because a cheap
back I have a letter I can't send I have desire, it falters and falls down It calls you up drunk at three or four a.m. To wonder when, wonderful All the cheap tricks
here I thank Allah for blessing me To be creative So here's a diss for me For bein' unappreciative Wanted a perfect life Yeah smile then
girls I don't know. "The ink starts to run when my blood gets too cold." These metaphors are my weak attempts. So picture me smiling on top such tall
can do it, But sometimes when I'm alone like this I wonder just who can see through it. Bargains and sacrifices. Cheap tricks, cheaper devices. What
a tank In your brand new custom made role You're the crowned king of the cheapest tricks A welfares antipole Suit, tie, shiny shoes and cheap tricks
dirty inside Seems like we were playin in mud Hazin' it up, grams gave us the snub (she was buggin) Who ill? A check for two mill And a cheap case, defaced
dirty hand's holding You reach for something you will never know Heard you singing in a Taco Bell bathroom Heard you singing a Cheap Trick song Yeah
Under Pressure Yeah, Babyyy When tha pressures on... Thug Life when it's on it's on (Tupac) One of these days i'll learn don't fuck with trick ass
, you must not know The rep I keep, the MC's I peep, sweep, play cheap And freak with a chic unique technique Get rid of the yukmouth smile Cause brother
got, hit up with the big shit, bam-bam Stop at the cheeba spot, then pass the leak spot So past y'all niggaz again, you took a cheap shot Not knowin FUCKIN
for mercy You already had your chance People like spitting in my back But when I face'em there are only smiles Don't think I am blinded By your miserable tricks