claude s.) (peace, love, worth, hope) Everything inside Comes to me tonight, Have you seen my praying? In this factory No one here to see me Smiling
the way C'mon... I can build on my exaltations But alone I'll never win You can teach me how to smile, And to alter all my sins I will give you anything
And then we shake the Preacher's hand Go home, into your blue jeans Have some chicken and some baked beans Pick a back yard football team Nothin' much of anything
, we gon tear this bitch up I got X, I got weed, I got anything you need When you see me in tha street just holla at me Through a dolla at me, bitch, smile
wax and tax MC's who tend to act ill Any hype, out the door, kill it Anything the Squadron wants, uhh bill it E P M D out the box we be rockin' We hold
, HURT ME... I'm sure! NO WAY! He was like freaklng me out... He called me a BEASTIE... That's 'cause like he was totally BLITZED He goes like BAG YOUR
- Shelley! NO! What about the three bedroom house? The three bedroom house! Who do you save when your house is on fire... Your House Is On Fire... Your
never asked for anything Just your happiness And now that you have found it I should be glad, I guess But I've played in my litter box As long as I can
box was empty. Pizza Delivery Man Jimmy (spoken): The house number was broken, so I couldn't find you. I was getting kind of hungry so I...ate your
in your ear, now let me blow ya mind Let your bones crack, your back pop, I can't stop Excitement, glock shots from your stash box Fuck it, thugged
see Is America's next freak Take me home, take me home, take me home i dont see anything around me i wont be, i wont be i dont see anything around me
em all Just two words nigga duffelbags I just know it so well I can't help but brag, old man got 10 mail man got 3 And just your luck the rap game got
the fifth Cause I only weigh a buck-fifty and I don't own a forklift [Bubba] Man have you ever snorted coke 'til your heart sat in your throat then took your
An' then we shake the Preacher's hand. Go home, into your blue jeans; Have some chicken an' some baked beans. Pick a back yard football team, Nothin' much of anything
your servant I don't know anything, But I'm read to learn Oh, Woman I am starving For your approval Be kind to me The big city calls and your daughters are smiling
in a circular platter Resent about a feeling, a deja-vu It's the untouchable Force (cold) comin at you With a quantity of bass that will make your box boom Make your
for hip-hop I do it for hip-hop [Nas] They say I'm so low key, I'm socially awkward Only those that really know me are the ones that I talk with They smile
HURT ME... I'm sure! NO WAY' He was like freaking me out... He called me a BEASTIE... That's cuz like he was totally BLITZED He goes like BAG YOUR FACE