Brett Favre I Been Shot 2 Times Just Wipe That Off But I Thank You For Putting Me Right Back Lord And To You Father I Would Give My Life Back For It
son I need a bail bond fuck you bitches, I love my riches go get it forward march cannibal in these killing fields tired of hangin on this cross witness the J.Prince
-fifty-seven pretty but ain't nothin nice in it too many bitches and not enough rubbers got so many of my real niggaz under the gutter watch a nigga full of life-life
(feat. Z-Ro, J. Prince) [J. Prince:] Awww yeah... what's up pimp I feel ya prescence right now Yo bun. you know many are called but few are chosen You
little weight around the middle?" Laertes says, "Hey, Pop, she ain't no baby, She got a set of jugs tha'd drive any prince crazy. Now that's just a natural
life, put you to school when the clubs'll stop College girl, pay for your books at 200 a pop And all I ask in life's for you to be careful Stay focused
fifth in line If we say we pro-war, only in the fight for peace Man that means there's no war, think the price of life is cheap But we saying "no war",
wit a fo' Oh, I betcha stand on one toe With ya arms in the air immitate Fa-bo Stop drop roll pop one time Lean back, Sprewell and pop one mo' Oh I
kick it with Petey cause I'm just another mother (sucker) Blo Pop time (it's Blo Pop time) It's Blo Pop time (it's Blo Pop time) In the mix, the dimension
be poppin it Brighten my life reminded me to stay positive - it's love [Chorus] [Verse 3: Common] It's kinda fresh you listen to more than hip-hop Pop
not from Colorado Your acting a little like your rapping to riddles Got Harlem looking like we a pack of skittles I'm a tyko fanatic, phsyco sematic, type blow ?gamatic?, life
(feat. Allstar Cashville Prince) Yeah, Hustla I got the brown bag full of money i got the work goin to florida and i swore that i wont ever hutla no
-Cyanide line Far as life, yo it ain't worth it Put a rope around your neck and jerk it The trick didn't work Your life was fucked up from the first day
know These little things I tell you is what's kept me here Is what's made it, possible, for me to tell you this story [Prince Poetry] Chuck Cheese! Everybody
come up in the club for a rub Yo O peep it, oh shit O duck (oh shit!, oh shit!) [pop pop pop pop pop] [woman screams] Another hit, another struck Here
forget to do that thing for your mother Roosevelt! Yeah yeah yeah, alright, alright [Prince Poetry] Running upon the jagged edge, FUCK, THE ROUGH LIFE
think I got it locked in nigga, War Games is the theme Rap commando, what's my handle O.C. ample to rock shit Battle niggas who pop shit Green bareen
tree O slice cold duff Alas ain't nothing mash it's just fast so what's the object? It's like No Main Topic [Outro: Prince Po(etry)] No doubt baby pop