knees Touch me please, it's alright Hold my hand, help me to stand Hold my hand It's all, it's all, it's all It's alright
Looks to me like heaven sent No lullaby kid, no five percent Anyway you want to cut that cake She's dyin' from the likes of abandonment Lost in the valley
need to have a little fun Hush little one, let's get it done Dress like a fun, bust like a gun Hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry, come and see This is just like
need to have a little fun Hush little one, let's get it done Dress like a bum, bust like a gun Hurry hurry hurry hurry, come and see This is just like child's
(featuring Trife) "It's alright ----- yyyyeaaaaaaaaah!" - sample [Ghostface Killah] Hold up, got's to boost those tray ups Think I'm playin' pa, reach
baby, you ain't the only brother Tryin' to get up under my skirt now Rockin' all your hot shit, stuntin' Thinkin' that you're God's gift to woman More like
number baby you ain't the only brother Tryin' to get up under my skirt now Rockin' all your hot **** stuntin' Thinkin' that you're god's gift to woman More like
my own two, never taking orders from ya'll What I spit, get the corners involved, it's wreck on the yard It's House Gang, son, it's more than hard The
DVD's to MTV Pants hangin' down on BET Still in the streets nigga you see me Hustle hard, stack paper, it's alright, y'all hate us It's nothin', we major
'Cuz I need a man S'alright, yeah, oh Hold up, wait, let me get this straight You want your cake and eat it Brother, you can beat it, uh Unless you're
, fuckin' shit Kid, we down shit Hustle mad bricks, Queensbridge no doubt, rub the clique 9-6 droppin' wild on some Benz's Some next shit, crash bar, ash the GOD
outta state for cakes No doubt, plus nobody amount, we makin' dough off of Puttin' fifty on the Land and Allah, it's like that Pull ya shoes up black
's like that Pull ya shoes up black, matta of fact just adapt Tie up, ya black Nike's and tight hats Corners, stay surrounded with foreigners Whattup
ve changed I'm trying to hide the crayons and no you can't come in I'm like your neighbor's hands on your father's throat: "Sweetie, you go back inside
There's no God in sir Bibles, just blunt and switches Gillette's cut pain in kitchen, now every rapper wanna claim He hang with Kenneth "Supreme" Griffith It's like
's litter box for the next seven years and mail a report to the President with a note saying 'Here!'" Good idea "It's time to find out what urinal cakes
all my loot cakes The car, oh yeah, there's money in my jacket Somebody broke into my ride and cold macked it Yo tip I tell you man the devil's tryin
was real close to me- even when my so called hommies turned to bitches, they was by my side. calm down , it's alright- (i know its alright, you