you every time i sit on the bench to pass the time all i can do is think of you would you hold my head up high would you make my laugh as big as the sky
of you every time i sit on the bench to pass the time all i can do is think of you would you hold my head up high would you make my laugh as big as the sky
as they paint me as a mother of hate, Satan and scatter-brained atheist But that ain't the case, see it's a matter of taste We as a people decide if Shady
paint me as a monger of hate and Satan a scatter-brained atheist But that ain't the case, see it's a matter of taste We as a people decide if Shady's
get at me, tell ya label contact me Half four hundred for a feature, wanna battle, I'll beat ya I'm a beast, I'm a preacher, I'm the son of miss cita
get at me, tell ya label contact me Dats a hundred for a feature, wanna battle, I'll beat ya I'm a beast, I'm a creature, I'm the son of miss cita Mom
say a word until i'm through now there's a time to laugh a time to cry a time to live and a time to die a time to break and a time to chill to act
high.. up in the sky From N.Y. la la to M.I., just cruisin [Tichina Arnold] Where, baby, I don't care (just cruisin) As long as you take me there (just
As they paint me As a monger of hate and Satan a scatter-brained atheist But that ain't the case See it's a matter of taste We as a people decide If
face wit a rope knotted up 'Cause we don't give a fuck, the Headless Horseman Kurupt See I'm off the wall nigga, Horse mentality I'm a Horseman nigga
a movie usher Who is he? He or she - SFP Movies, CD's, and TV's, but uh-uh Cause today I take a break from that As I roll where a tank of gas'll take
a player, I just fuck a lot, the panty raider Guess shorty's mad, they curse you wild on your sky pager Stankin' ass Yo Mr. Big Mouth, better duck down
I take a break from that As I rule where a tank of gas take me at I used to rock these red, I rock Z's Now I rock the M B's with twelves and V's Today
't say a word until I'm through Now there's a time to laugh a time to cry A time to live and a time to die A time to break and a time to chill To act
at me, tell ya label contact me Half four hundred for a feature, wanna battle, I'll beat ya I'm a beast, I'm a preacher, I'm the son of miss cita
that's where she made a wrong move and opened up the door kid jumped up, from behind the wall, holdin' a big four bare face, didn't have a mask that'
