it Peepin' all the latest G-shit Peep this I be gettin' around make no secret to this hall of game When they call my name then it's all the same The
on some hose, I'm feelin' free My lipstick's on, brows penciled on I am so pretty And even though I'll never bleed, that's o.k. with me I'm more
drop down to her calf I knew her man, he was just up north And would've got left up north but he was the chef up North Anyway I'm K I double All I do
you get it in the cracks and crevices To put me back together is Not an easy task, but it's not like I asked you to do it It was your choice the whole
'O Yo, you ready homie we 'bout to let the know how we do Y'all ain't ready y'all, y'all ain't ready y'all Y'all ain't ready y'all Now I'm just in time
I could still be an actor I could still be your friend I could be an organ donor I could still save someone's life To burden all sorts of experiments Put all
were there playing in the sunshine Imagination going into overtime There's no way the world could weigh you down The story in your eyes Spoke of all
, heal, y'all We comin' healin' It's real, it's real It's realer than real, realer than real Heal, y'all We comin' healin', so better heal It's real, it's
, y'all and to the funky beat and Every time you hear me rhyme, y'all be freakin' The B I Z will wreck it, R O R K it You're guaranteed to like me for
me He's gotta mike He's got the rap patrol on the gat patrol Foes that wanna make sure his casket's closed Rap critics that say he's "Money Cash Hoes" He's
a fire truck, and some strobe lights, tied up! Shining all in your eyes, all out of yours and all into mine Lights and stars is all intertwined And I?m feeling like Malcolm looking all
dank And if it's dank it gotta be sticky and stank It's the dope dealer 1-0 the powder pusher You's a pussy so you's a dusher and blood gusher I'ma
on, come on, come on, come on, come on I roll with a bunch of untamed guerrillas, head bustas and sharks Niggas that's 'bout beefin' lettin' them K's
[Music by Libor KrA¬vA k / Lyrics by Lucie StryckovA ] Path that you are walking leads to a shabby wall strange voices talking of heaven's fall All you
's Don't ever doubt a G, and have me spaz like Face with the K and my nose all powdery It ain't about the streets, it's 'bout the beast within That won
to keep the whispered words at bay, For they seem to feed into the mire, I've lost all ability to make any choices, I'm teetering in purgatory. Yesterday's
and all his glory (Man!) the Savior will come once again the Christ, the Son of Man, I say He's upon this style if you want to k now me, say me be
? real b? tactful insense right choice s?k ? m?s [slip?] begins generates not a sleeping beast crawling out too dark light (x2) ligamy! all