long way home I used to ill, now I build Rock rhymes like bills(? ) set up to kill When it rains it pours, I got rhymes gallor Like al b., maestro is sure
as if I was in the indy Everybody pointing cause I am the joint and They know it's me, because I'm the b-i-z Sometimes I lie in bed all day and think
' talkin' that comeback shit like they cookin' crack Shit I ain't frontin' all I want my pockets Green like slum change you know what I'm sayin'? Front
darkness be that one man That made them al b sure lookin' niggas get a sun tan What I drop should not be followed by anyone else At times I'm scared
was said for my parent was a christian I went to school and saw all my friends do it But I said no 'cause I don't want my nose to grow They started tripping
record gets panned Cause my style stays fresh like I rap in saran When I'm sure that I'm pure like snapple Suppose when I write my rhymes like I'm the
check this out) I don't want you to think that I'm, afraid or shy (uh-uh) Naive I will never be (you know it G) I just want a friend so I can hold her
Impala keys No back talkin' nigga just unload ya pockets please Do I look like Al B.Sure to you? Keep a gat and next time I'll be sure it's 2 I'll have
shape I scrap knives and I take lives Subliminally I encourage teenage suicide When my video is on the box you gets to orderin' People want to know the
; by E - al. b sure P - she grabbed me, gave me kiss on the lips So I grabbed the cold booty and caressed the hips I got ahead of myself, because I wanted
I saw these fools tryin' to get around, tryin to let me down And all dat, ha, but I got an easier way to let dem drown Wit these Guns of Navarrone, I
] I saw these fools tryin to get around, tryin to let me down And all dat, ha but I got an easier way to let dem drown Wit these guns of navarrone, I
a waste of time, you should face reality, yeah I don't want you to think that I'm afraid or shy Naive I would never be, I just want a friend So I can
5:30 in the mornin, now I'm yizzawnin Now as I perceive to get G to a tee And before I bail to school you know I blaze up a sack Another day, another
: I am not crazy, Cooley! HAPGOOD: No, you're crazy. Hapgood. COOLEY: I am not Cooley, I mean - No, I am not crazy, I'm Hapgood! HAPGOOD: Are you sure
a son I know the first look is forgiven but the second isn't But I'm already at my 5th lord now I wish I'd listened To the truth I know a part of it
Like Al B Sure, shit I'm on my own But there's one thing I'm missing and that's family 'Cause without y'all I don't know where I'd be A big shout out