didn't choose the devil all the time I became an outcast to the hood, restricted to my rhyme Why couldn't I just live my life, without my talent making
ain't did nothing, when I grab something and start dumping Ain't got no time for pussy just pimping a pen and bumping On the hottest block, making sure the bills
us Gettin it crunk, and layin it down, and gettin to buck with us Thank you for not lettin material things make me Thank you for givin me the talent that
Shurik'n: Maintenant j?rappe plus qu?pour ma gueule, le bille est mon SEM Pour etre sur d?l?effet, j?ai habille mon funk Si t?aime ca, telecharge le
no-talent fools That run around gallant And make all rules for the ones that got talent And it ain't in the ones that ain't got any talent but think
listenin? Learn a lesson from these bro's Playin the game it's heavy heatin up and down that road [Layzie Bone:] They say the boy got talent but he can
ill baby what the deal we can chill, split half a pill and a happy meal fuck a stank slut I cut my toes off and step on the receipt before I foot the bill
dem windowsill And, anyhow you no pay di bill Well, dem could a find you a sligoville You better mind how you use your talent and skill Till you hear
'm just hopin that they make up. I've perfected my craft using [? ]. Tryna make some cheese off a single is a process. GET IT? ! Craft. single. cheese. process. Sit back and admire the talent
sissy out o' him Not him! Not my boy! Not Bill! Bill. I will see that he is named after me, I will. My boy, Bill, he'll be tall and tough as a tree, will Bill
shirt cos we?re kicking the set. Verse 9 ? Honz The Funkoars and the Hilltop, yes, we still rocking it, And I aint going near your bill unless we fucking
ending phone call?s not enough [It?s not enough, it?s never enough] Move to LA Got no talent Not even like you won a Miss Teen Pageant Daddy pays your bills
phone calls aren't enough It's not enough, it's never enough Move to LA, got no talent Not even like you won a Miss Teen pageant Daddy pays your bills
cause I make so much sence Hell bent, and I'm whisky bound Is there anything wacker than the wicked clown (no) Some people just don't get it They got no talent
le fond, on s'en fout au fond, faut vendre l'info C'est clair qu'faut faire mouiller l'lecteur Plus vite qu'une nympho devant l'cigare de Bill Le pire
Look, where I go from here? Just lost my father last year But I still, remain to keep it real like dollar bills I drop tears, can't believe my daddy's
kill But what about Grindhouse and Kill Bill? What about Cheney and Halliburton? (Halliburton?) The backdoor deals On oil fields How's NaS the most violent person? Ya'll don't know talent
