'un bas d'survet' avec une paire de Weston Qui a plus de flow que B.2.O personne Berlington paire de Stan Smith Smith&Wesson 20 janvier 09 j'm?arrache
lettres et Patrice Laffont Musique a fond, liasses d'oseille jusqu'au plafond Je suis pret, j'ai les brevets, frais a en crever Viens chez moi, GHV dans ton revet 38 Special, Smith
t be Chris, Or a Public Enemy with a black power fist. No Queen Latifa, no Will Smith either, There would only be tight jeans, tight suits and black sneakers. No Tango
shit like this I thank the Lord for my many blessings, never stressin Keep a vest for protection, from the barrel of a Smith & Wesson And all my niggaz
mingle Watch an Animal Planet document on the eagles and the flies, 06 supreme beanie, seagull Your grind's feeble, I'm regal, really, I'm Willy Smith
s, hide in the cockpit Scream out, Shallah and I'mma tap in, harder than Tinactin Don't try to play the fella, I'll blacked in Moving all miraculous, the slap smiths
Feel my geniune draft, not filla' I could walk up in a church a start a Mosh Pit up Yeah, I bring the pain 11th member of the Wu-Tang, my flow Tiger
wouldn't be Chris, Or a Public Enemy with a black power fist. No Queen Latifa, no Will Smith either, There would only be tight jeans, tight suits and black sneakers. No Tango
cash We got females that got it like that The golden child's that bone the crowd See niggas in the place that bit my style Well I'm a singer, dancer, we bulletproof brothers Wu-Tang
it twice, 'cuz it's up to me sorta You a fool with a mental disorder, and it's probably your daughter That really love me, for the **** that I taught her Will Smith
got females that got it like that The golden childs that bone the crowd See niggas in the place that bit my style Well I'm a singer, dancer, we bulletproof brothers Wu-Tang
love From the heart dedication The dedication To all my niggaz one love Hey yo, fuck all the rest, I'm givin' love to Wu-Tang My nigga Chef and Big
a label-mate The sound came outta rusted crate Surrounded by cobwebs Beat smooth enough to slide through like bobsleds On a cold white snow, plus with the right flow Wu-Tang
shit like this I thank the lord for my many blessings, never stressin Keep a vest for protection, from the barrel of a smith & wesson And all my niggaz
yo, yo Cats fatigued out, thinkin' they armies My crew arms me with beats, how we swarm bee? Who bang? , b'more and wu tang, new thang Mad at how we
leaks the witnesses, crack's the wickedest Run up in your crib, blast your kids Ain't no myth in this, shit's official I'll pistol-whip you with my Smith