better let ease off A street talk into a collision course with these walls - bam! They don't move, don't pray, don't lose, don't sleep Light passin',
Girl don't be so frantic I'm just a hopeless romantic Don't try to fight the feeling of something that's organic You can't ignore it, so don't just stand
know, you acting like you don't know We run it You know but you acting like you don't know Who run it? You know, you acting like you don't know We run
leave - you ain't nuttin but a slut to me Bitch I'ma kill you! You ain't got the balls to beef We ain't gon' never stop beefin I don't squash the beef
neither - you ain't nuttin but a slut to me Bitch I'ma kill you! You ain't got the balls to beef We ain't gon' never stop beefin I don't squash the beef
it could be Open up the box and tell me what it should be You can?t free you boot if it ain?t gone fly You can?t live a life if you don?t ask why Such
need is one MC's to school, ten or eleven then a bottle of Don When the job is done, but don't stop me now I'm on a roll, control the whole stroll And
I?m your dearest honey Think that I?m just easy money I don?t care if sex is casual Fantasies or feelings actual I won?t be a stepping stone To any kind
the flies!) DON'T FUCK AROUND! DON'T FUCK AROUND! DON'T FUCK AROUND! DON'T FUCK AROUND! DON'T FUCK AROUND! DON'T FUCK AROUND! DON'T FUCK AROUND! With
't take it . . . Don: See that? Phyllis: I can't take it . . . oh, God, that hamburger! Don: But you don't know what gets me hot. Phyllis: I'd bet I know
big bop I'm wanted by the block I take a ruff-neck chicken make stop in stone top Cause I roll with the army of sixty-eight The Privates' don't make the
in the building. [Verse 2:] You couldn't smell that crack comin' out that motherfucking Porsche truck. I stop traffic with the rims that I'm sittin' on. Them ain't
Why are they talking to me? And why can?t anyone see I just wanna live Don?t really care about the things that they say Don?t really care about what
inside the Rolling Stone Talking about how hard life can be I'd like to see them spend the week livin' life out on the street I don't think they would
Why are they talking to me? And why can't anyone see I just wanna live Don't really care about the things that they say Don't really care about what