Lyrics:
enough for the rent
Plus my family is starvin, black
You see I'm runnin outta options
And every single day there's somethin new to stop me
And how I'm
foreign cause you find 'em kinda boring
And the print will have more holes than the plot
Plus so many splices you'll have to watch it twice
Just to piece
Oh what a woman what a dame what a beauty
Baby gotta find out what's ya name and your duty
That's what I was thinking when you pass me by
I've
through
I gotta crew (Original Hilfiger)
Plus triggers and some of Brooklyn's illest niggas
(Damn) I'm so deep in the game
I keep in touch with myself
police protection
Heated polished seats with back massages
You gotta know how to roll in more like Kenny Rogers
Tinted glass, PS2 plus Dreamcast
Smoke
no to anybody
I ain't never, had a friend like him
I'm feeling vacated by destiny, wish I was in the wind like him
He took me to the Kappa for
You need a hike?
Psyque, a lil' walk
Will make you feel aight, right?
Burn some calories
Out by every mile
Yo peace
I'm outtie five thou
With a coke
Face à moi
Se tenait un ange
Son regard hostile
Semblait me haïr
Son corps, sculpté dans la pénombre
Etait plus pâle encore
Que les
tune mora jigar
Stand by here we go again
Just you let me wait let me know again
Ain't nobody special girl I'm jus a friend
I bet you can't
ma vie
L'histoire etait plus belle dans la fantasie
Met you in west-india
Over an endless sea
I never thought it could be for real
So few words,
PLACE
STRONG UNIT, ABLE TO TACKLE ESSENTIAL AND LARGER SCALE TASK PLUS CONDITION TO LAST
BETTER BEWARE! WE NOT you're HERE TODAY AND GONE TOMORROW GIMMICK
go
'Cause I just can't stand the thought of losing you
Losing you
Tryin' to get lost in the night
I'm shown up by those damn street lights as if
a wall to wall, public letter blockbuster
Got a lust for life, plus a lot of love for those I trust with my life
I'm a live my life like I like on any
And them niggas on the corner every morning gettin' money,
Yes sir, and those who died by the gun,
And now they dead and gone,
I'm doin' this one for
Yes I know you're never coming bak
More then physical attraction you're intellegent too
Me plus happiness equals you
Me without you I couldn't picture
(What time?) Must have never made it 'cause he never rang the phone
Another case of niggas fuckin' over young girls, but wait
Belinda feelin' funny plus
the new medium of mind control
Peoples, we gon' check it, as the plot unfolds
Now TV is not a bad thing, but when my TV is misused by the wicked
Might it
your ass plus Julio down by the schoolyard
Don't try dissing me, because your style is history
I'm packing more flavour than the kernel's(sp?)
you ain't shit, I'm the lyrical lord
Ask what's up nigga, two plus four
Cause when I catch you I'm gonna bust your dick
Roll up a blunt, chewy and tai
choose)
I'm Dr. Ice (How can you tell?) You can tell by the mous'
And I'm the Educated Rapper (The brainiac
And Mixmaster) woo-hah (The four is back)
world, they call me loco
But I clocked it, my optic was bifocal
Uh oh, I saw myself for what I am dust
Plus, saw my demise if my eyes stayed shut
What
The salty air hits my emotions
Constant motion in this place I'm conversating with the breaks
plus the breeze
This shit can bring you to your knees
I'm trying
to hallucinate
Pull my way down tha block cause its mo money to make
And plus I got some mo cookie dough I need to bake
But you can buy a bag of mine and I
center for my own enjoyment
I checkin' out a girl that's fly
She's workin' at the mack make-up counter next to Best Buy
Waitin' by the elevator, tryna
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