and reach The hearts of people who really truly give a damn about music Whether that is a man or woman Book book book book book I could write a book
test a, 25 lighters on my dressa' , yes ah, breakfast being served by a hoe that look like Genie, she press my every wish and keeps a tight ass bikini tini, tiny as a
ringer. Who is this creature - Who? - What is he? - What? - How did he come to be there - How? - Hush, and Clopin will tell you It is a tale, a tale of
into her mouth where I found a cycle and ever since then, I've been on a downward spiral this round is final, it's time to recover because it's a porch
This is Ghostface Bakery, ya'll ain't cake to me Pushin' cocaine, Whitehorse in the city Over Pun and Pac, I cried over Biggie Spazzed out, grab a white
I lost ya Justice prevailed, fucked around and who crossed ya This is not a test, hip hop is in a real state of emergency If this had been a test you
on a hill like Lauren Her and the car foreign Got my red Dre Beats on, tryna put my peeps on And I keep it hood like this Phantom is a Nissan Where my
you try, not fly as ?ellequad? The new edition, is this the end of your last night? in the daytime, you couldn't see me with a flashlight I crash flights
Pushin' cocaine, Whitehorse in the city Over Pun and Pac, I cried over Biggie Spazzed out, grab a white bitch by her titties Rock wallabies, this is Clarkology
' cocaine, Whitehorse in the city Over Pun and Pac, I cried over Biggie Spazzed out, grab a white bitch by her titties Rock wallabies, this is Clarkology
keep it hood like this Phantom is a Nissan Where my nigga Jim Jones at? Roll up the weed son, so many bloods in Compton had to get a NYC song And while
hearing your name (name, name) and no matter where i'm at girl you make me wanna sing (sing) weather a bus or a plane or a car or a train no other girls
the push of a button could destroy the world [Chorus X2] It's a overkill, no escapin this we raping this homie It's a overkill, expose to nuclear radiation
i get rich i got a golden tongue a million dollar speech my english is bad but my sound is perfect for this everybody's giving me their respect i
i get rich i got a golden tongue a million dollar speech my english is bad but my sound is perfect for this everybody's giving me their respect i am the
the half open window. in winter, the winged painter, the winged painter. washington square let's go see a day in may from the winged painter (Grazie a vittorio per questo testo
