and Rolaids, deep lessons won't go away I keep pressin' like my phone is afraid To be the star, so I end it and pound it, see what the code can say [
(yeah!) Raw market itself! - Sucka the shit sell! (whooooo-hooooooooooooo!) That's 36 O's of love. - Give me kiss, give me hug! Get to talking in codes
What It's Worth I Got The Right Net Sittin' Here Excited By Some Shit That Aint Right Yet No Regret, Live By A Code You Don't Know Bout Y'all Niggas
your momma' house homey Wassup man? You still got your pager right or you lost it? (It's the curse, the curse....the curse, the curse) Y'know my code
like fallopian tubes on a dyke My words'll expose George Bush and Bin Laden As two separate parts of the same seven headed dragon And you can't fathom
see a mill'in No more, Big Willie my game has grown prefer you call me William Illin for revenues, grateful dim the light channel 7 news, round seven
[Chorus: John Cena and Trademarc] This is just another day in the life Seven flight connectors - past due bill collectors This is just another day in
Rolaids, deep lessons won?t go away I keep pressin? like my phone is afraid To be a star, so I end it and pound it, see what the code can say [Lupe Fiasco
fame and on the sixteenth Beginith the lame, and on seventeen, you lose everythang The twenty-first is the worse, wishin' you was eleven Poppin' like you was seven
what they want) [Nas] Nastradamus, skama lit, know when I rep Flow when I'm set, got the chips to a lotus my whip Gold on my neck was once a code of
on, hank, sing that song check it out, i'm the c-a-s-an-the-o-v-a and the rest is f-l-y ya see i go by the code of the doctor of the mix and these
tossed for tryin to floss like bosses People can call this the clique wit no losses Cause a nigga can flow from September to August Deeper than seven
Now here's the message Liberate me Chocolata tay Imma rock Not play Do the fuck what I say Throw your souls in the air Like this Flash your bar codes
Wretched villains rise from the settled dust. Creed of tyrants form from loss and tragedy. Code of men stripped with no loyalty. We sat on the fence-line
throw in the disc but then change the bank source You can't flow, must be the speech impediment You got lost off the snare off Impeach the President Whether in Amsterdam smokin seven
we a lock the city and, that is well known Yesterday Mickey call me pan mi phone Mi say Mickey Wi get di ting dem, dem outta luck now Mi squeeze seven
