this shit I'm 'bout to tell you Myse Is a true story, Puff know the bitch, Uh, Yo [Mase] You know I don't wanna come across foul I'm only telling you
tight ill, plus I get slight chills when I write wills. Tired of looking at these ugly niggaz with ice grills. No telling what I might feel about my glory. Two sides to every story
' I'ma tell you why? 'Cause You act like you can fight But when there's a real fight You find out that Your I'ma do it eyes, I'ma do it eyes No, you ain
'all ain't snappin cause you wicked crushed and I'ma get 'em, I could tell her (tell her) Fall dash rapper when you tell 'em bust, he can even spit the
me grab another Heiny from the stow. ??? of the dragon if you're laggin on the two-step, You slept on the J to the D E L Guess its kinda easy when
I lyricly slay Bring it on all my foes Mr. Shadow be the one killing mothafuckas Like told shove em all in holes Lke a ghost i'ma hauncha mothafuckas make the stories
I bet you dream about fuckin when you be all alone But now I'm with ya, unleash emotions of ecstacy Cause you with the old school P E R V E R T (Chorus
Moet tossin' Olde E money I ain't tryin' to have that but let me tell you about this Oh, Billy Billy Billy, whassup for today? Ha, ha, tell me, did
money that I make I'ma break 500 mean gold, tapes sold, story told, from the North to South Pole 21 years old, wanna bone, won't drown Just another
takin' aim, pop the Tech, takin' aim Plenty range, plenty shot Plenty change, plenty glock Pack the heat and I'ma keep em' hot And I'ma take my stress
pet, takin' aim, pop the tech, takin' aim Plenty range, plenty shot Plenty change, plenty glock Pack the heat and i'ma keep em' hot And i'ma take my
a story to tell Hey, fool, listen up, I got a story to tell Say, dawg, listen up, I got a story to tell Say, man, listen up, I got this story to tell
under your skin Yeah shit can happen, so stick to rappin Quit the yappin or i'ma lift the mack and That can lead to another mishap happenin Skip the crap
mio cuor In tutto il bar aroma di caffe E risuona al banco dei gelati La tua favola d'amore La calunnia e un venticello perfido Dissero il maestro e
be like, let's get jumped like a game of checkers And I done cheat more chicks than Nelly sold records E.I, C.I, turn a chick out Then give it to another
' her go out alone (lone) then I'ma take yo bitch and if she keep jockin' me stalkin' me e'rtime she hear my song (hear my song) then I'ma take yo bitch
would be a convict Put you in the same position And let's see what you'd really do They tell me that I sold out If I execute the no snitching rule
