Verse 1: Stop I don't want to fight there's nothing to argue I know I'm rite don't tell me the things I shoud do I know what I want and I'll get it
Verse 1: Pardon me for a minute of your time I can see things revolve aroundyour world your a very busy girl still I was hoping you might try real
Verse 1: Wakes up in the morning and he crawls out of his bead tucks the G.I. Joe sheets in and heads straight for the t.v. set up late from the night
Verse 1: She wakes up to the sun break tired from being out late headache still baked knows not where she is body feeling sore from the floor she is
troubles in the wind the times as good as any and were not getting any younger if we don't leave rite now we may not get a second chance I've got
belt, starred in kung-fu moviess I liked her but I had to dump her on the second date Cause every time she moved her mouth her words would come a second
' with us is a straight suicide 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, Murder 1 lyric at your door Tical bring it to that ass raw, breakin' all the rules like glass
money 'n run [CJ Mac] We gettin' close, hot as fuck burnin' up in his drive two pace, mirror checkin' doin' sixty-five I seen the state patrol 5 times
, Let a hundred rounds go, you do a hundred yard dash, Back up in the hood where the rules dont shift, And the gangstas talk trills, sippin ??? You can call 5-0 and 5
, two and My rhymes have been written, not to be bitten But as it seems, some suckers keep forgettin' The rules about rappin' but that's alright 'Cause in the next 5
(konishi) Translators: andrei cunha Translator's introduction: "shiritori" is a japanese game. the first player says a word, the second player
, right) Can't touch All y'all niggaz need (What we need in our life?) Is right here Rubia huh? Papi screamin' out of they mouth Bombshell, just a second
?) Can't touch, uh All y'all niggaz need (What we need in our life?) Is right here Rubia huh? Papi screamin' out of they mouth Bombshell, just a second