what we do This is what I say I go where I go I go where I go You don't need to tell me so I go where I go I go where I go You don't need to tell me
highs I hope you built the coffin I got virgin lungs please excuse the coughin Think I'm bout to blow, they call me George from boston Respect is never
You can find me in the club where the huns at Muthafuck that trucker hat hug-rap I know who I am, who I be, who I always was Not a rapper that would dis
I'll banish and make 'em vanish and do it for the people! I be the baddest see when I see when I spit I become the maddest And kill 'em until the blood
I'll BANISH AND MAKE 'EM VANISH AND DO IT FOR THE PEOPLE! I be the baddest see when I see when I spit I become the maddest And kill 'em until the blood
I come out, they underate me Then I come back, still try to fade me They say I'm nasty, say I'm crazy Ask what I think, I say maybe I fly away It ain'
my heart So I am, I will, I gots to go You got another way to live you gots to go on I am gettin it in until the end I got to go, go, go, go hard [Kanye West:] I
, you're wonderful but you're just too reserved (I still can, Frank!) FZ: I know you will, maybe in a minute. Okay, I'll t-tell you what: Go back to your
with plans of getting me captured Even behind bars, I'm still gon' shine I'm 10 years younger than Yayo, I get out, I'm fine Then I go right back, nigga I
we) big, big star should go far you're a star (I'm talking to you) you're a star I said maybe your mama gave you up boy (it's the same old same old
I love to be a hundred and one I will never understand what you are. honey? I'm looking for sympathy just get me on NBC and where the hell's my dumb
will just let me go I'm going down the cold, cold water is rushing in I'm going down and I would beg to be forgiven if I knew my sin (George Michael
what? I wanna cut! Where da hoes? I wanna nut! I need a dime! Thick and fine! Pretty face! And big behind! Say what? I wanna cut! Where da hoes? I wanna
never been friend of me Boy you kin to me, why we enemies? The ghe-tto is a trap Fuck where you from, nigga look where you at Where you wanna be? Point
I Sinatra shot ya God damn you ... I put the boy in the box like David Blaine Let the audience watch, it ain't a thang Y'all wish I was frontin, I George