three well known young ladies People talk about today Three young ladies known for fortune and fame They aren't Mod They don't sing Rock A real old fashioned
Niggggas, they don't care its what they ask me They don't care that I just answered this shit last week And lastly, not a thing will slip past me And
wi fuck up yuh nerves...IN WAR Shot wi blood up yuh shirt...IN WAR Can't go lift up no skirt...IN WAR Now disease and germs...IN WAR Can't go release
too I will die, you sef go die too Life is beautiful don?t you think so too Mr Jailer Am talking to you jailer Stop calling me a prisoner Let he who
around Looking serious And saying isn?t life mysterious? Let?s sit here and hope Let?s call up the fucking Pope Let?s go watch Oprah Interview Deepak
Chamillionaire] Let me let 'em know, let me talk to 'em (yeah) I ain't gonna rap on this last verse, I'ma talk on it Cause I'm too smart, don't wanna
bout what he paid on his grill Same nigga that talk big, bout what he made on his deal This ain't ask me for advice, like they don't pay me Chamill' Rappers ain't
that talk big 'bout what he made on his deal The same that ask me for advice like "They don't pay me Chamill'" Rappers ain't really real only a few of
to me!) Here's to Me! ([Mr. Money:] Oh baby, baby) Here's to Me! ([Mr. Money:] You'll take care of me) Here's to Me! To me" [II. Permanere] [Mr. Money
now when you can hear the shadows crawling Don't drag, drag me down into this modern graveyard Don't drag, drag me down don't let me fall
myriad of my metaphors make me a mystical mystery They can't battle me; so they'd rather embarrass me By being mad at me, they commit microphone heresy
up the veil The veil of ignorance Study Learn the truth Don't just take what people say on face value Do your research Yeah I know you been talked like
Let's get together and talk about the modern age All of our friends were gathered there with their pets just talking shit About how we're all so upset
thun, you niggas frontin Don't make me have to body some(thing) (ha...you know) Shit is serious thun, you niggas frontin Don't make me have to body some
trap me like the male be To the Westside I'm a mental, all the regulators trail me [Kilo] Don't kick it out, let's do this Comin out the do', we down
You know, I gotta go, we gotta breeze, player [Snow:] That's spiritual man, see you man, you old time Keep going, don't stop Keep going, don't stop
alerts Just when I thought my dogg couldn't get any meaner You talk about his daughter, you probably gettin the heater You talk about his momma, he won't
I let the bitch hair out 2nd-best rapper with bitch hair out I'm like a Jesus freak I don't even need to speak Little "squeak squeak cheep cheep Feed me