a big red rose on my shirt You had some flowers but you gave them away And the little green flower was bloomin' that day It's that little green flower
pure, rotten to the core Either or, for sure, trapped inside the world of a whore Chorus Verse Three: Puff Daddy Hard to cope with, all these niggaz and dope whips with cash flow
A million lights expose those magic cities on the Nile and my Young trials lead me sailing down this stream Of hidden songs and steam and my - Piano
Nigga's they knowin' that nigga Layzie be ready to set off the raps-- the prop. My nigga we packin' the fo'. You thought you could flow? You gotta go.
middle intricate piles of a kick drum Diabolical, the lyrical flow That'll swallow if you theoretical thinkin' that you can get some I'ma hit'em with the Lamborghini flow
Read up in your magazine just to see what were about Peep into the case, see me, ask Why that black ass nigga flows over the piano? Droppin it good
I'm tossing up punch lines that were never there Over my shoulder a piano falls Crashing to the ground I'm breaking through I'm bending spoons I'm keeping flowers
flip and trip and let it all hang out tonight We're gonna say what we like 'Cause, yo, yo, we wanna know how many people in the flow Would like to just
the best MC The prophecy, the one and only A timeless masterpiece, I ain't the least I'm the best, cause God said so I'm just trying to express my lyrical flow
rather pull a mac on you Sorry Ms. Jackson but I'm packin [Kanye West] It's on I'm packin weight like Nina Simone piano flow It's like a Michelangelo
men The lost tribe, my words were woven in Each line like words I was sewing with I sit divine, my palm hold the globe with a grip Flows I spit, shows
I glide like the ride of a man on a snowboard When they pick up the microphone I ask him what he flow for Various degrees of technique that's inside
have told her child you don't step to the queen perplexed and I'm vexed cause everywhere i go people be flexin and expecting me to wanna flow I don't
sigh She's old enough to know better The king of marigold was in the kitchen Cooking breakfast for the queen The queen was in the parlor Playing piano
cause radio wit wimp bitch men I'mma fuck you snuff heads up Soft niggas get the gay channel When I slap an R and B thug off his mothafuckin' piano DJ
now lets see, the boy so zesty im fresh come get me u don't gotta know how I does it the best and this is the guideline on how to keep fresh flow blue
cash Crack, got the women selling their ass Crack, what the feins use to get high And the hustlers move to get by That's why the song called crack I'ma blow like propaine because the flow
