Part 1 [Message]: Ich bin niemals mit mir zufrieden, au?er ich mach mich selber kaputt, alles fur einen kurzen Moment der Befriedigung. Fress den Frust
(feat. Rynerrr) Part1 (Message): Deine Sicht der Dinge ist tight? wieso? wegen deinm' Tunneblick?, ich kamm' morgens vorm Haus mit nacktem Penis im
I woulda gift wrapped my flow Don't gotta ask for it, I'm gonna sit back the fo' Flip it around, let the handle crack ya jaw Eastside, Westside, I'll
lenses, at the front of the car We in the club, running up a fat run at the bar Puffing plex, anybody get a punch to the jaw No soda water, got a pint
you were tellin' me shit Like you respect me, like any other regular MC The third letter you ask how come I ain't return None of the messages at Shady
we try something for the ladies Can we try something for the ladies Can we do that De La Let's get that goin' on man Told y'all about those messages
messages subliminal Cause me and rap go way back we compliment So together we enhance one another that's common sense High intensity catches the eye your jaw
grows so easily You're the next victim of the dance that broke my jaw Please don't get near You're the next victim of the dance that broke my jaw Have
thug and I'm popular I think that come along with driving a shocking car Watch the coke light up they life The rocks with stars Had fiends talking crippled Cuz they locked they jaw
(feat. Busta Rhymes) [Intro: NaS] Uh, lo lo jaw What I'm gonna do? (What I'm gonna do?) Uh, shh, lo lo jaw Ehahaha Shit is all true [Verse 1: NaS] Mmm
homies with hot hollows and grab a cold one. Who next flexin'? I lift my two hands up. I taken' each one, and you can forward this text message. Y'all
hour I seen good Christians make rash decisions Oh she do it, what happened to religion? Oh she lose it, she putting on her make up She casually allure, text message
the phone man, the phone was ringin before Yo this the Ghost right here my nigga Damn I missed my nigga call, check my messages Yeah this P To erase this message
orange slices and some fetal spooning, E.T. revealed to me his singular purpose. He said, "You are the Chosen One, the One who will deliver the message. A message
thug and I'm popular I think that come along with driving a shocking car Watch the coke light up they life the rocks with stars Had fiends talking crippled 'cuz they locked they jaw
letters you were tellin' me shit Like you respect me, like any other regular MC The third letter you ask how come I ain't return None of the messages
the park, cause it's crazy after dark Keep my hand on my gun, cause they got me on the run I feel like a outlaw, broke my last glass jaw Hear them
