Your words mean nothing to anybody cause you are shit, like everyone of your bros i won?t waste my time with this get lost in your space get lost
your last name's what got you your job, You's a put together gimmick, somethin' like a collage. Since you're putting on a show you gon' get the applause
mean dreams GS's with BB's on it, supreme schemes to get richer Than Richie, quickly, niggaz wanna hit me If they get me, dress my body in linen by Armani
talked my way in and took some ass Whips and cash, come through half stepping and then get whipped in half Southsides my heart, too hard to forget the past Lost
chance to live And the O.G.'s got something to give That's love, black on black, that's how they made it And if any busters flip, they get faded L.A.
Look through the tint recognized a jack Two brothers strolled up talkin' 'bout get out Donald D blazed shot one fool through his fuckin' mouth Why would they step
them, not at all If they don't like it, they can all get fucked instead of sucking him off They can go get a belt or a neck tie, To hang themselves by
Guten Tag, hop clop" Step two, hire the director Keep it gay, keep it gay, keep it Two-three, kick, turn, turn, turn, kick, turn Ulla Step three, raise
I'll come Jadakiss: Yup Jasmine Sullivan: I know u'll run, Ready to kill, With a smoking gun, Verse 2 Jadakiss: Yo now she really stressed bad, Baby by her step
Uncle I understand I'm back by popular demannnd That new CL fly Outside of Popeyes eating chicken and fries Yeah come holla at ya uncle I understand I'm back by
am still holding on With every step, you climb another mountain Every breath, it's harder to believe You'll make it through the pain Weather the hurricanes to get
fight and never walk away With every step you climb another mountain Every breath it's harder to believe You make it through the pain, weather the hurricanes To get
and too clear That Johanna's not here The ghost of electricity Howls in the bones of her face Where these visions of Johanna Have now taken my place Now, little boy lost
's another classic C notes is fallin' from the sky, by now the credits roll They're starrin' Nas, executive poet, produced directed by The Kid Slash Escobar narration describes The lives of lost
who I'm sticking and licking just mad it ain't yours I know y'all poor y'all broke, y'all job just hanging up clothes Step to me get burnt like toast
tell my pilot to land it in my backyard quarter back shot gun, you don?t get any sack yards b-tch i ball hard, breakin all the back boards pretty boy Floyd step
down. (Talkin' bout my generation) Just because we get around. (Talkin' bout my generation) Things they do look awful c-c-cold. (Talkin' bout my generation) Hope I die before I get
going nowhere fast And every step would take me toward the past I began to shrink inside So small that when my lonely knot was tied I was an echo in your mind Lost
