it's gettin' harder and harder to do this thang without slappin' somebody, man jackin' somebody, man twenty five lacerations to the man and put it back
thank you cause without your H.A.T.E. I wouldn't be me I like to thank you Your the reason I made it to the T.O.P. I really like to thank you even tho
bread c.e.n.t I was tired being b.r.o.k.e started sellin green w.e.e.d and ended up sellin white.d.o.p.e from a bench to a couch with foldout bed didn
purp out And I'm a roll one and I'm a smoke one And I'm a roll one and I'm a smoke one And I'm a roll one and I'm a smoke one Now I'm out of my mind
straight drink Down here we swinging the tank, and every thought be bout bank I'ma be T from the S.U.C., pay dues got stripes that be ranks That boy G-R-A-C-E
A.R.D.E le silence des souvenirs pour tenir le coup meme si ils me pousse a bout G.A.V G.A.V Rim'k X2: la B.A.C tourne tourne en rond sauf personne glande
a drug house my lyrics bang like a Crip or Blood nigga what ? It ain't nothin but a party when we thug and there I was a young nigga with heart
't play them now Disrespect, please remember, stains we gon spray them round [Chorus] Buss a nigga head, smack a ho, shoot the club up Buss a nigga head, smack a
Illuminati Fuck the D-E-A and the F-B-I I-R-S can kiss my ass, U-C-P-D, F-C-C Y'all better quit too 'fore a nigga come blast you Blast you - "Hit 'Em
E, C-P-T, the O.G. And i really don't think u wanna fuck with me Nigga walkin half up with nine in hand I gives a mad fuck but they don't understand
H.S le rap c'est le carnaval ou la wesh ya ceux qui lechent ceux qui avalent On sait pas jouer a part avec le feu engager on a la haine flot A.M.G 9
) Hello? (Yeah, c?mon) Good morning? Hello? (H-e-l-l-o, h-e-l-l-o, h-e-l-l-o?) Hello? (H-e-l-l-o, h-e-l-l-o, h-e-l-l-o?) Hello? (H-e-l-l-o, h-e-l-l-o,
on that thing, there is no need for a remix It's CiCi, T.P. we be T-H-E B-E-S-T I, R-I-P every M.C. on late that's OMG, I stop that beat so I can speak
on that thing, there is no need for a remix It's CiCi, T.P. we be T-H-E B-E-S-T I, R-I-P every M.C. On their S-O-N-G I stop that beat so I can speak
having fun And I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N I sit and think
Yeah, c?mon) Good Morning Hello (H-e-l-l-o, h-e-l-l-o, h-e-l-l-o) Hello (H-e-l-l-o, h-e-l-l-o, h-e-l-l-o) Hello (H-e-l-l-o,h-e-l-l-o, h-e-l-l-o)
rep that A-P-T's Dope-Boy, just call me a Doe Boy I'm that international boy, Flo-Rida fo' sho boy Triple C's the second, I get it fo' low, boy We trillin
T-Pain) [Jay-Z:] I'm a bad M-a-r-c-y P-r-o-j-e-c-t Ain't no other mother ****** in the rap game harder than me I go hard and get it in like a porn star