Lyrics:
anything more?
It's so good to be alive
I shall not ask for anything more
'Cause I got you by my side
I know a boy who'd give anything
For five
a life they can save
They rather use it to send a life to a grave
And that's not righteous ways
That ain't even half, my real-a-real
I could write for
us in a cage
Unless your shooting baskets
Guerilla Warfare
Lord knows
I peep ya tactics
This is signed by the aim of ya target practice
Blood stains
In
a part of my throne, it figures
But the more they compare me to the ones they could own
They know they never should have left me alone
I'm bigga
No
And you have not prepared for some thing more substantial
Something deeper
I've got sad news for you
Time is going to come
When, your physical appearance
Is
my shoes, made it even worse. I worked in an environment where you're judged by your shoes. You dare not wear scuffed shoes. You dare not wear
talking to his mother, rushed over.
Ask my lord whatever you want.
Oh slave of the lamp,
I am hungry, I want you to fetch something for me to eat
and let
I had shown a great acumen for playing music by ear. My father bought me a small keyboard that was maybe like one or two, maybe three octaves. And I
a crew, call it bad cult, yeah
I hid- hid that in a DVD case, yeah
I see a cop imma slow down, yeah
Wink in his face, imma ask if he want some
Sprinkle
like you chilling in the summer
We gave you something
Now you gonna ask for some more
But naw brutha you ain't gonna get no more
And I know you
weatherman in the biz, I'm storm watch
Triclops Media, record, tape and TV, Net radio, CD or DVD
Iriscience (write rhymes on paper time)
This is why Baboo
me?
They say that they want Ben more, they can try but they just ain't me
If it's not priority, I'm schedule rearranging
And I know there's only one
copying better not paste it
Like Windows XP
Kermit sipping tea
While Craig and Uriah flee
My songs on DVD
19 was our first wave
Out of every rapper I’m your
dvd's inside our home
(Lil' Flip)
down south we ballin for the millenium
I got a drop escalade and I aint even twenty-one
(Lil' Flip)
down south
Christmas next year
I'm gonna ask for lessons
Tom: I know a guy
He has sex with his sister
He used his dick to pop her
Four foot blister
And I know it's not
'm a cliffhanger, no, I ain't a stranger
Yo, I'm Toddy Tee, and I'm a Compton banger
Wanted by the F.B.I. for transport of
Sucker MC's across the Syndicate borders
And one, foul boy. Gimme my points and my free throw
Im BIG Timing Chiquito. Pretty boy, bonito
Loving life. Got a pad with a view of the sea bro
Not bad for
down the street from my children's playground
I'm at a loss for words what more can I say now
Except... Systematic oppression they let it happen
It's
do it I'm gettin paid
You don't wanna get inside my head it's not a pretty place
I split an eighth of shrooms and I was outta whack for fifty days
Hit
Lessons and make me stronger
I'm receiving an award for being
Woman of the year
So I ask myself "what can I
Say about being a woman in
The music business?
stair
40 cal by the bed I’m just gripped with fear
Tryna come up on some food aint enough to share But i still ate and you was still right there
David
to the muthafuckin flintstone thugs
Just drink your brew and smoke that bud
Three off muthafucka's from around the way
If you not from Flint than you get no play
I go
sound fucked up but they not all doin' great
Oh my God please, can I have a conversation with a
Member of my family without it endin' asking me for five
a hustler
always flirtin with all his customers, and flat broke
Nappy smokin blacks out on the back po'ch
I'm thinkin I got everything a country boy could ask
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