hysteria So bring your knees and hope we can fight and if bury us At least we can live as we believe Dog ain't ever gonna break our pride Ain't nothing
even stepped up I guess fuckin with me just wouldn't keep your rep up I used to think about you when I'd go sleep, even dream Of fuckin you without a
with my eyes closed a side that's too dope for people Spark cohibas while I snicker at the non believers I break the heart in hoes, I gave my heart
(Led, led away) At the quickening sky then slowly disbanded (Don't be led away) Thirty-nine wandering souls Adrift among the stars Thirty-nine human hearts
I (and I) won't stop till my grand kids' grand kids sittin on dollars And I ain't even a father, nigga Call me your majesty, (talk to em) I'm young black
and realest killers, we handle our biz Let's get it, rahh [Runt Dawg] Y'all hear that big trunk bumpin', yeah that's Runt Dawg System knock harder than the cops at
? Young miss fillet a fish, salt water trout Pretty young thing got a tongue ring and dirty mouth And she whispering them sweet nothings I hear it out, I hear
you callin' me a sinner Overpaid, 29, callin' me a young tenor Nelly, stop, don't leave, don't stop when I'm in her She ready for whatever, I ain't even
you can't get mad at me I'm just aimin' to please, let me hear you scream O Let me hear you way O when I'm hittin' it Let me hear you way O when I'm
t know which way to go Can't let him go Even though, I know he ain't the one for me [VERSE 2 MY VERSE sing] WHY DO I FIND MY SELF STARIN AT THE SKY AT
told you what I felt at the time I wasn't high, I know you see yourself in my rhymes A lot of women I dealt with, could hear these words And realize
major catastrophe You ain't a hoe 'cuz you givin' up the ass for free, you nasty I know why y'all mad at me I ain't break your heart, girl (You nasty
I'm too young to get sprung so don't trip, tell'em (Ain't no love, bitch) So let's speak about a freak named Connie Fucked the bitch tough, backstage at
ya Fuck it, I'll be waitin for ya I'm droppin lines like a mother fuckin pimp at this shit I'm gettin hoes out they clothes cause i'm good at this shit
It's on Where they at, where they at, where they at I sold tapes every day me and Freddy B Been famous since 1983 Give me ten dollars, and you straight
a few hoes If I was pimpin or slingin at the liquor sto' Ain't nothin but street life, fuck that school All the squares up there ain't even cool Plus my partners at
You can take away my beat and touch my pen My name is short that's a fake because I rap so long Other rappers hear pop I put funk in this song Young
in the house you'd better listen to me Never be ashamed of what you are Proud to be black stand tall at heart Even though some people give you no respect
