dying And for the first time, I realized My sergeant lied! On my way home in a body bag A one-way ticket, but I couldn't brag I was seeing green, seeing
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were dying And for the first time, I realized My sergeant lied! On my way home in a body bag A one-way ticket, but I couldn't brag I was seeing green,
One Tweezy Sunday, gettin me some sleep please!!! I'm on my way to the Dec to hit Jazzy Tee's, holla!!! [P. Diddy] Aiyyo I'm from New York man! I'm from
409 I always rhyme elite,stay on beat Travel in a posse when I walk the street Loved to say my rhymes when I used to max Now I don't speak much,I save my
:] I represent from LA All the way to (NY NY) And when I get down I get down here in LA All the way to (NY NY) And when I parley I parley here in
we touchdown From my arrival until my departure Guarantee I put this D I C K in somebody daughter, aye I still have my way with the ladies across the
dream about you You told me to get up, I got up I spread my wings and I flew You gave me a reason to fight, I was on my way to see you You told me,
so I'm bumping a little spinners While I'm Smokin on A B Dippin' through the streets Bumpin' R and B And I got to leave On the 23's And I do it When
tell everybody know your cell I saw my llama, llama, llama Do my nama see me? Now my llama nama do My llama, llama nama see me Now my llama nama do My
my closet (I do) I'm Feeling like Biggie got some Coogie in my closet (say what?) gotta a zoo all in my closet yes I do yes I do I got some gators buffalo
I been so innocent, cause I've told my share of lies, but it seems like whenever I get closer, love pushes me away, just when I thought my chances were over, I
though it was fiesta. I-I-I-I-I-I-I! When he turned the light down low he said, "Oh Miss Vickie, I, I want you so." I was a forced, forced to remove
necklace, yeah, I live reckless But I can give you everything on your checklist just like Santa Hope you been a good girl If I had you, give you everything I could, girl Yes, I
futures, I'm steppin to fuse? ya Sun rises my subconsciousness culminates constant Live to see various i-de-ologies, angles like isosceles read my auto-b-i
I done ran through hell with gasoline drawers on I'm the portrait of a hustler and once again it's on I still got money buried in my backyard I'm bumpy
benny whipper What else nigga? A weed head slash henny sipper no I'm not ballin' I'm tryna' get it how I live and how I live is how I get that shit I
(thought I'd never fall in love, thought I'd never fall in love) I'm so cold, I'm so cold I'm so cold, I'm so cold I'm so cold, I'm so cold I'm so cold
