twenty five lacerations to the man and put it back to the back of the body bag I woke up in a cold sweat was just a dream lookin' down the barrel of an
you don't even control Cool Breeze told you you was bought, you was sold huh, bet that nigga P.E.A.C.E. had his hand in that put all the money in a gunny
have a sock(?) I back up three or four feet, them lead buckles and a body drops stupid motherfucker wanna steal from P.E.A.C.E. and get a deal and go
didn't think it would be shit M-o-s-t to the d-o-p-e kids C u f'in h's now you hanging with a g bitch but they say you need jesus [x2:] All my peoples
a stripper Gotta get her, I gotta get with her I can't stay out this club [Pimp C] Uh, young Pimp C I'm a P-I-M-P, trickin' ain't in my pedigree It really
than Denzel Washington with mine I know I'm a playa (I know I'm a playa) I know I'm a money making playa, so playa [Hook:] Don't try to knock the hustle
gotta be so damn HOT? [Verse 1: Professor Griff] I'm the X-Minista, from the troop called P.E. Professor Griff in the flesh, sincerely Kickin' it off on a
in my Pants (in my pants, in my pants), shawty got me so excited [Verse 1:] We got tha E-A-C-I-T-P, I wonder if she feel the same way about me She shakin
-bed Un emsav new-flamm breman ba 'Breizh a so ganet An dispac'h a so fleunia dindan hon daoulagad Laka'n oll bobl da sonjal piw eo hen ha p'lec'h 'ya
born with a felony (uh uh uh) Fuck that! How this shit look when a nigga stretched out, with his chest out and a mess out in Brooklyn, HI-YAHHHHHH {Busta
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
and me Stressin R-E-S-P-E-C-T, see? [Chorus] [Pos:] Best believe it's official y'all Rap's the new form of wrestling on mescaline tabs and E pills,
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
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
be in the Aftermath Bumpin gangsta rap shit, down to blast for cash Cause from Eazy-E, to D.O.C., to D.P.G. started from that S.O.B., D.R.E. Like Dub-C
me out? well it ain't easy it's E.V.E hoe you can't see me (T.I.) I'm the KING and you can't deny me It's T.I.P niggaz beta not try me (Eve) B B Bitches