above the testicles S.P., turn your top five into vegetables You don't believe me, get 'em all in a room And the next five, I plan to getting all of them soon Y'all
To see freaky hoes doin' shows Doin' tricks to make us holler On a giving night, all for a dollar Silicone breasts, all on their chests Nothin' like others, but above
they talkin bout some thunderstorm, cyclones Timmy got his bike stole, top story, Tiger Woods "be fuckin all these white hoes" Anchorman stop snitchin Cut the commercial, he be texting all
Yo, we're going to have the word love In many different languages Translated all through the track So, whenever you hear the word love Know that, it's
Fatal Twin one and two, my man Milk My man Fred Dawg, the OGB crew Y'all know how we flow and I'ma drop it like this y'all Oh, what a feeling drivin
'm gifted from the get-go Mom's you never let go, mad thanks for raising me right, bro' You gave me confidence to stop the nonsense Didn't live in Bel
y'all, don't get fed up y'all C'mon let's get up y'all Make that bed up y'all, life is a set-up y'all Sadness comes from a lack of knowin' Not knowin
ain't nothin' to me, another holiday All of a sudden face paintin's in style And I've been doin' ever since Gilligan's island was on But try to live all
live Not who's first, second or third It ain't he said, and she said, fuck what you heard In other words your neck is all tangled up When you live like
the imagination? No builder on earth can concieve any structure to compare to the mansions above. Won't that be something when you go to live in your
to Above the Law [Violent J] When I sit there and right the shit for the mic I hold I make sure my beats are loud, and bold, and cold Violent J is the
no callin on your homies, ain't no callin on the Lord Somebody shoulda told ya bout fuckin with a corpse Violent J y'all and I'm outta control Steady
needed help, your people showed me the wall be lowly as y'all, I guess y'all wasn't holy at all... naw! Much love to the gospel MC J Blast for coming
Leakin', all hot, none eatin' Slow down, son, you're kill 'em Okay, you can bring it to 'em Everyday, just like Mary J. Sippin' iced teas in the E and J
Yeah, yeah, yeah, it's all on my motherfukin' niggaz Y'knowhamsayin'? Word up, and to all my niggaz too It's word up, son For them other niggas on home
With one thesis, LL Cool J is hard Every little boy wanna pick up the mic And try to run with the big boys and live up to the real hype But that?s like
find it hard to understand You gone, you physical form is dormant I'm lost like the Bulls without Jordan Tell my man J.B. from Edgemere I said peace Son, I live
sign When your life is on the line Now the words have all been said and the tears have all been shed And the lawyers fly in lazy circles up above your