no results And you can treat your nose and still won't come close The game is a lightbulb with eleventy-million volts And I'm just a mark, addicted to the floss And doors
Streets Meet your defeat; this is my Robbin Hood Theory... my Robbin Hood Theory [Verse Two: Guru] I floss my rhymes like dentals, my mental's presidential
other side Jealousy inside, make em wish I died Oh my Lord, tell me what I'm livin for Everybody's droppin got me knockin on heaven's door And all my
other side Jealousy inside, make em wish I died Oh my Lord, tell me what I'm livin for Everybody's droppin got me knockin on heaven's door And all
MC Ren] Uhh, from the days of wayback, before Demo' street-Ass-Niggaz where you hoes, I have to think of a way to gain with mentality, plus make money
fade it Penetrated, Ms. sasfisacated No daddy hate it Never met a nigga quite as fly as me All bottled up in your high society You want to chech my mental
side Jealousy inside, make em wish I died Oh my Lord, tell me what I'm livin for Everybody's droppin got me knockin on heaven's door And all my memories
results And you can treat your nose and still won't come close The game is a lightbulb with eleventy-million volts And I'm just a mark, addicted to the floss And doors
a bartender all into your mental Sittin at the bar ventures force injure More injure pretenders the inventor of plenty other dullage (?) Your loving buzzin at your door