dome Sewn and holdin it's own Let the barrel announce my ferocity Twist spacious velocities For haters watchin me Make your block an atrocity Break you down
We shall live again We shall live What is it children that falls from the sky? Tayi, taya, tayi, aye aye Mannah from Heaven, from the Most High Food
LL, Teairra Mari You seem like a type That wanna do a couple things When I look in your eyes I can tell you ready to swing Slow down, baby I'm waitin
For those girls who cry my style's worldwide (word em up) I get Just-Ice, whenever I Bust This Even P.E. Can Trust This I Hollywood swing my shit to
stand Or fall down on their knees Then they swarm around me Like a hive of honeybees I say it's the fire in my eyes The flash of my teeth The swing of
Grew up in a small town And when the rain would fall down I'd just stare out my window Dreaming of what could be And if I'd end up happy I would pray
some gucci suits I weigh 'em down like tide, so you can't see the wine It aint no fear in my eyes, this aint no fall ?? Them niggas holdin my back, see
til she scrawl Like (OOOOOH!) Yea something like that, but it depends on the swing of the baseball bat get some on da counter make the Plates fall
a broad til' she squall Like yeah, it's on like that But it depend on the swing of the baseball bat For it to pitch on the count or make the plates fall
the walls off that broad 'til she squal Like WHOOOOOOOO yea something like that But it depend on the swing of the baseball bat Fuck the bitch on the counter make the plates fall
the right connection, I'm falling for the groove. I'm swinging high and I'm swinging low, And I'm getting down and I'm to and fro. And that's the way
certain that no stone stands That no creature crawls I command you to let loose the last of the titans It's time to strike Let the rain pour down from
I ain't got no time For these games and stupid tricks All these bitches on my dick That's how dudes be getting sick That's how dicks' be getting drips Falling
met you that you'd be my sweetheart Swing wide your gate of love and please don't let me fall I know you're gonna love me after all (Chorus) Swing wide
we beat ya down (X2) [Juicy J] The first nigga wanna step Gonna meet his death First I hit the nigga wit a right, then I swing a left Kept on dropping
goes by the name of, uh hood Check the vibe, walk that ass or get got Eff it, I lick buckshots Hood, madman, I rip up stages Lay down all your wages,
track by Busta with a little bit of sore from the Crackerjack store still at will for field up the skill for the jill by the Jack misguided mojo swing