they all up bout this dumb shit Lisa said she love it and the other shit is rubish So I'm a make my time here worth it, real god for you Lookin' back
hip hop francais avec les grosses pointures US. C'est assez rare en fait (autre collaboration: IAM et le Wu tang pour 'la saga'), et prouve que le rap
may shock ya, the mass hallucination But the dead people, oh they dress well (yeah) They say [quick rap] What's yo' name? You the one starin Oh my God
come on [Verse 2:] I got on- all my ice made from Jacob the Jeweller I'm home along feelin like Ferris Beuller Mami, you're fine, but your friends much cuter (Oh my God
For god's sake - you're just like a brother For god's sake - not like any other For god's sake - you're not just another man For god's sake - there
, so as far as being heard I guess I gotta wait, deprived by the station's eye Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves Thank God for
, carryin' the flag for an area that drag, whoever tried to gravitate G told me it's a city full of crimes, I'm feelin' like a platter at Philip's when I rap
You'll Smoke Around Beggin Please Don't Be Shy No It Ain't No Secret Secret [Wale] Yeah Wale Yeah A Nigga Been Coit (Yeah) Married To This Rap Shit
ain't saying that i'm nas here i'm just saying rap's dead when i'm not here bring it back, i ain't saying that i'm nas here i'm just saying rap's dead
sky. and devils taking pleasure want to measure how high. Your body reveals you. your mind cant catch it. The nation of a God goes far beyond brackets
to get ugly no whoopie gold Superstar still in the kitchen whippin Os Toss it to my youngest call me when you get it gone Fuck a rap nigga we about to
in cluster's! Too many times I done paid my dues Even today I'm still payin em fool! (Could it be da reason I'm so cold in da rap game is muthafuckin
t rap cars or dancing, I rap pain, poverty and fraud romancing, who gon represent for that brother on death row and let him know whether he did it or not god
walk everywhere I had to show up Shoe hills, one down like wheel rubber, man I was about to go nuts Hopefully I would blow up in these rap game man My
pep in your step You ain't got enough insurance, to get yourself in a wreck I put a cease on all breathing, when I squeeze my weapon Better hope God cut
[talking:] King of the Ghetto, Z-Ro the Crooked that's me King of the Ghetto Entertainment, Rap-A-Lot Dean's List know I'm saying, that's what I ride
about my checks If it wasn't for the music, you niggaz wouldn't give me dap Wouldn't give a fuck about how I'm doing, it's all about a rap Realizing
my life is murder and mail See opposition see me coming, and they blast they self This for my homies they don't know me, when I'm broke Swear to God I