(nature talking) yeah I got alot of fuckin' friends in this world man, But I don't think this nigga right here is my fuckin' friend, I heard Alot of shit
Money Bags, Kool G. Rap) [Nature Talking] Yeah I got alot of fuckin' friends in this World man, but I don't think this nigga right here is my fuckin' friend
I know exactly why you're wearing that dress. It's about time you chose that easy, sleazy access. Yeah! A hit and run. A rip and dip. A mild stare. A
Duke and Z-Ro the Crooked hoe we holding weight Fuck the rap game, nigga this A.B.N. Assholes By Nature, we could give a fuck about a friend We smoke
I roll up bitch give me bomb-ass brain Probably be somebody baby momma, I ain't ask mayne Baby daddy got a problem we can hit the grass mayne An Asshole By Nature
victim of homicide You in danger if my anger, provoke a nigga to ride I'm wishing murder on every friend, that turned to be my foes I'm a asshole by nature
s reality, feel like I'm on the offensive, they trying to tackle me That's why I keep popping fists So rather relative or stranger, better keep your distance I can't determine friend
at me baby love for my thug nature Far from a player hater lable me a money maker Straight heart breaker Baby we can be friends i can soup you in
oughta be Now follow G, can you comprehend? If you can then drink a shot of Hen Hit this hand on your silver end Friends don't be friends and foes don
Sickman I Can Feel The Wheel But I Can't Steer When My Thoughts Become My Biggest Fear Ah, What's The Difference, I'll Die In This Sick World Of Mine
the dreamers disease Age 14 we got you down on your knees So polite, you're busy still saying please Fri-enemies, who when you're down ain't your friend
mind. And you've been thirsty for the friend you found. Close your eyes and make a wish. I don't wanna mess with mother nature. (Knowing that you're mine
It's not a hold hand mission Cut the public display Heard you're headed for the stars Put the gazers away Mine times out of ten We cut to good friends
sound Body talk...work your body Everybody let your body talk Body talk...work your body Everybody needs some body talk The guy with me He's just a friend of mine
He's a dirty old man, And a dirty old man, He's a dirty old man and a friend of mine. I'm a dirty old man? My life is cold, I'll chill you to the bone
talking 'bout angels that have lost their wings This melancholy world and the nature of things But them there's only silence when your eyes meet mine
I got one life to live and no second chances And mates that are writers and ryhmers of break dancers Clothes on my back and friends that I trust I got
this on?" "Gather round my wealthy friends And endure the horrifying sights Only your worst nightmares can produce Actual human beings of a deformed nature
