, *** what? ***, I don't give ***, I run these streets Y'all talk that ***, I want that beef I'ma tell you like a G told me They'll come back quick if
'm Don King Everybody know I'm coming soon like LeBron's ring" You tell me that wasn't verse of the year Man that shit deserves a hearse and a tear Swear
need me, Cali gave me a star if you don't beleive me; hollywood boulevard you can go there if you ever need the D.I double D.Y, B.A.D B.O.Y good in any
a frame Ain't a coach on the planet that can take me out the game My heart beats forever like my name was Eddie King A Midwest rider like my dirty Jesse
let you ride if you bustin', I let you die if you bluffin' 'Cause to die is the whole price of nothin' You fuckin' with all brothers and Bronx bombers Who want
They call me King Hov, copy? They call me King Hov, copy? They call me King Hov, copy? They call me King Hov, copy? Yeah, man I'm like woh Kimosabe Your
these haters off Now tell me who need a (biatch) [Juvenile] Oooh, a nigga like me I'll take you down to Daytona and let you work your body I done put
man! Cheech: Aw, man... I've been so out... You got sent from heaven! All right, man, light it up, homes! Chong: Ok, check it out man! [Verse 1 - B-
a nigger like me say thank you, man You look good from this angle! Hey man! I?ma have to? Cause it?s out of champagne you can drink up, man ? So bring
repeater Or be a leader like a preacher or presume a steeper Peep the shit that I be on, sippin' Don Until I'm drunk with a million in my trunk like Nikki
a slaughter I roll like a tidal wave so you oughta Float like a sailboat, move like a speedboat In water, now watch you soak Into a rhyme of mine until you
It's nothin', you stay connected by the slang you bustin' Want it simply put? You can't rip me When I spit for the set, everyone free I'ma underground king
before you take a listen And make sure beans don't burn in the kitchen These cast iron figures just ain't fuel efficient I play the winter breeze then choke hold your prisoner Now you
rarely stays on Same song, just remixed, different arrangement Put you on a yacht but they won't call it a slaveship Strangeness, you don't control this, you
blue? (come on) Just a couple of questions I mustered up for you (uh) But these eleven and half shoes, you can't fill those I made head lines/headlines like
'm from Man I don't want to die, but I ain't scared to Shit I just want to make sure that I'm prepared to Can't leave without a couple chickens in
ya, take a fader to a T top We hot, Rap-A-Lot and Maab, don't get shot hoe Cappin at your show, don't even know what you got shot fo And next show, you
doubt That if you need a man to make you feel secure Then baby, you ain't gotta look no more I got the cure You want money and jewels, you want clothes