brother ain't fin' to take no shit All I do, lil' buddy, this could get ugly Trust me, 'cause this is All I do, before I explode, I give you my ode
sorry that I did it I'm sorry I got caught! you don't wanna get lost in the city where I'm from it's plenty of white chalk in... CHICAGO!! CHICAGO!! CHICAGO!! CHICAGO
tennis shoes i got more money then a caulker i got banks pick up trucks for me like i work em i'm comin through stumpin got my concert jumpin gangsta
, been thinkin bout cheatin Care less who you seein and if you leave him 'cause I ain't tryna sleep in I hug up, when I'm done I'm done You're lucky
the entire lg posse I wanna say what's up to my man moose love My man nut, sambo, heado, the tcf dancers Yo, I want to say what's up to dawn I want to
By: David Allan Coe and Larry Murray BETTY DROVE THE SEMI, SHE PULLED UP TO THE PUMP I THOUGHT I WANTED A COCA-COLA AND I STARTED OUT ON THE JUMP SHE
make a wish Don't be scared, I won't bite I keep you warm and hold you tight When tonight chime, I taste your kiss I make a wish, for you When tonight
all iced up, were they going too fast Here?s five in a circle left from the last holiday Holiday There?s a three-trailer rig just a throwin? up spray
I stand here, a black man I have no history I was brought up in East Chicago And I grew up on the streets The chains around the playground Were the chains
I know, I know but I gotta get outta here You know, I gotta go pay these bills, I got a show to do You know, one time for your mind Let's go to sleep
me why I did it? I'm civilized damage to a nobody And I'm carryin' a gun if I'm rhymin' at the party New York, Chicago, Detroit, L.A. I'll slay wherever
things I took her through And I shouldn't have lasted this long Now, I'm at this telephone booth, calling Tyrone 'Cuz when a woman's fed up (No matter
for the man And, of bein broke I ain't a fan Now I stand in the same spot, as my old man My life I planned not to be on this corner I still wanna see
of a century NO tryin' to be friendly Who's applying their better D Lupe Fiasco For Chicago, comin off of the end is a beast Far as I know, Julius
and they don't like you The BC fan, 'cause they know we stand for three things Truth, justice and fuck the American way That word justice got me fucked up
me if you can, now that I'm a grown man The mail I got stashed away, people will never know Mr. Flamboyant I came in here on business I, I, I came in
pussy ass down if you can't stand that. I make yo shirt look like yo favorite color crayon out. Go and let these bitch niggas ahead, like I stand back
I ain't dipping I'ma stand up like a man and take I ain't ducking I ain't dodging I ain't working I ain't (Incomprehensible) my nigga I'ma stand up like