leave the room While l sit and stare Cause this is a rare I really love that tune Man I love that song I really love that song I love that song
-stopping Realizing that you're gone, it's really hard to swallow Tomorrow ain't promised, we living time that's borrowed I wish there was another way, that
nigga do thangs All the time, cause I be living thoed in the game 24/7, I be wrecking the microphone And leaving everybody stuck, cause I'm wrecking on every song
hands up. Thats tight. Hit em wit my eight. Never had shit left, right. Then hit em wit the uppercut. Duck quick. Shit outta luck. Fucked and stuck with that rough shit. Fuck a pop song
takes a word to ruin ya you should have already heard you're finished through and soon ya see that stifling sentences is so much more suspicious much worse could come of that
movin now No need to try to stop it, we gon' wreck shit anyhow Your, limitations is somethin I never will allow When we bake the cake, I be that nigga that
wished you had [A big dick!] You know I just be sayin that to get you mad "I can't listen to that song, that shit's too sad!" You know I just be sayin
songs on the radio) (It was so long ago) (Yo Merce, what's up, this is Hanson, man, I want you to peep that out. Yo, kid... I was at this party, this
, some of you know where Sun Village is, awright, it's out in back on Palmdale, awright. At one time, that used to be a, uh, big place for . . . raisin
dem how fi chant become a musician like i and even ram a few dance i know that they can no badda tell me dem can't i wish that they would never feel
with ya girl send her home with an ashy face love is a gamble but it?s my casino pretend that your the loser I hope that she (?) I hope the game got life
that, hustlers and hardcores Raw to the floor raw like Reservoir Dogs The Green-Eyed Bandit can't stand it With more Fruitier Loops then that Toucan Sam
a rebel to America" "Lyrical professor, keep ya under pressure" "It's like that, you know it's like that" "Nas-Nas'll catch wreck", "You got the mad
, black, black motherfuckers in the house) About time, hell (Black, black, black motherfuckers in the house) Cliff, that boy on that piano kinda good He's alright, it's that big
lock's on I threw you up, why did your daddy ?? cock strong I rock I wreck I rip a rhyme I ?? My rap is right I write a rip-and-ready rock song [D.M
get nervous when I wreck arenas Concert promoters in Honolulu don't wanna see me cuz they say that Somoans will riot on Tecca Nina cuz I'm a.. RIOT MAKER! That
the gay in you thats hatin' who somethin' that hella beyond that does (I love Kanye, his shit is bombay, but I'm rough) And you can see it in my retina That
Big Dramatic Ending For Me No Decadecation Line To Call(To Call) I Sing My Song For You That's All I Hate To Dissapoint But I Wrote This Song About A