like some gaping wounds call me 52 this predator my microphone's like Excalibur attacking y'all with metaphors so my competitors can now check ya exit doors choice
the peas!'" He's become my best friend, sticks with me to the end Thanks to him I'll never live on Ramen noodles again And he's always by my side,
it's right above my testicles Got you haggard M.C.'s runnin' hiding under vestibules Rhymes like everybody man they kinda like bisexuals Pop's is a carpenter mom's
is God's word. Each crash of steel is God's word. Each torn limb and splash of blood is God's word. For he so loved the world he gave our only begotten
on my head, this shit seems unfair And I'd tell him that my hearts turned cold Please forgive me though, don't harm my soul Please guide me through the path I chose, I had no choice
golf gear from head to toe Yeah, the b-boys makin' with the freak, freak, freak Mario's calling Nonni's about the Pesto Pizza And then he's on a mission
grounds, with the K off in my hand Ready for me to blast I'ma clean up man On dangerous grounds, with the K off in my hand Ready for me to blast, I'ma
dumbness on my mind Don't wine 'cause play it nigga, I ain't even tryin' You dying beefin' with these niggas I cruise with yo head get knocked lose quick It's
the real B.G. bout bustin' heads On the real B.G. towin' chapters Look in the sky flyin' by it?s helicopters (On the real) It's on again I gotta grab my
But it's okay....... This is my chance, this is my life And my opening hour This is my choice, this is my voice There may be no tomorrow This is my plea, this is my
it and you'll see! Life's what you make it so let's make it rock! Lilly & Oliver: Make it rock, yeah! Miley: Life's what you make it so come on! Lilly
elevate on this one my brother Respect mine like my baby mother I shine when it rain, the sky's cryin for all the black youth That's dyin, I heard he
blue and it's still going strong Do I do what I do for the sake of the song Comin' through on the radio it's for you This is proof my own story's a spoof
shit is sweet Two capful's the most you take Any more's a big mistake This much after X - well fed! More than that, my friends? You're dead It's fun for
on this one my brother Respect mine like my baby mother I shine when it rain, the sky's cryin for all the black youth that's dyin, I heard he went out
So say your prayers, and give my regards to the undertaker At the Dirty Dirty Dirty South I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A Sold my first A-K