steal if you think I won't then believe me I will Get down on you baby because I ain't no rookie I was put here to party and I was born to boogie
I could be But I know I just ain't able So I read about the real me Who can I blame For the way I am I ain't never had one soul to help me So I don't
the funk, now it all spells, hey Enough enough, Ms. Fitted I'm with it If I did it, I was blitted, and probably shouldn't have quit it 'Cause yo, my
a rockabye, Lord Ain't nothin' cookin' but the music (Ain't nothin' cookin' but the music) Ain't nothin' cookin' but the music (Ain't nothin' cookin' but the music) Ain't
I Will carry it forth till the day I die They just know the name they don't know the pain black girl Yeah I do it for the people, I do it for the love
out 'pardon', kept it moving, peace Build be gone, ain't no honor amongst thieves Please, plus they heard I'm getting parmagane cheese And I won't stop
they don't kill me, they gon' give me a number I can't do Rather it be the streets, then jail where I die at And I'm ashmatic, so I'm lookin' for somewhere
merchandise My words precise, cause if not I wouldn't speak it I rock shit everyday of the week, especially the weekends Outside, these pretty clothes I
I would do anything, girl Ain't nothing I will do for your love Baby I would do anything, girl Ain't nothing I will do for your love Baby I would do
high or you ain?t I got no time for no games Eminem: Nah, uh he ain?t playing He?s gonna get the AKA and aim it right at your brain I?m slightly insane
I am gonna move back the covers Then I am gonna move back the sheets Then I am gonna lick it Then I am gonna kiss it Then I am gonna let you back it up
man it's pretty. I ain't lying y'all, Monster for money for mine y'all if I wasn't getting money, I'd do time dog. You'd never see the nine fall, big
outside and watch my truck and don't move. You say I ain't the best; all you do is talk about me, I ain't even famous yet, but your girlfriend still
five, office, pool Couldn't live that life, I needa loft and pool I had too much class, I ain't report to school If they report to school, I caught the
I told ya I'm a roller But I guess ya ain't hear me though I'm kickin'it on a level that a buster nigga Can't touch! A rebel runnin' rhymes leavin' bitch
did I get here, and what am I doing Took the ring and acted like I do, without the ceremony Now I got three little ones and I'm hurting and I'm lonely
birth, I twist in the stomach from hella spices like cheyenne Quick, hit 'em with trifectas, the fruit of bad nectars dyin Cause I am, what I am changed, switch it
will not die, it's not poison" Mama's in the factory She ain't got no shoes Daddy's in the alley He is lookin' for food I am in the kitchen With the