Goodman And he thought my song was on track So two weeks later it was out on wax It busted up the charts like a hydrogen bomb Up, up, up, up it clim
? Remember the other day we were walkin' down the street And that girl came up to you and she was lookin' you up and down And grinnin' and she wasn't
, they tried to jerk us We blazed they place, long story, Glo' sent my face Got shook, thought a nigga was comin' for the safe Now she breakin', shut up
yelling, telling and singing I'ma call the whole squad and some heads gone be ringing I'm Dope House stout, fuck a set up and no hear though It's real
a crowded place I'd simply walk up and slap you in the fuckin' face Yeah, smack her in the mouth, yo, that'll get her Tell her that she's fat, yeah,
a crowded place I'd simply walk up and stick my nuts in your face Yeah, freak her with your nuts, yo that'll get her Tell her that she's fat, yeah that
now beating up mom Mom is scared, she doesn't know what to do Her beautiful skin is now black and blue She used to cry, now she's back in the pen A human
's take some calls, find out what you guys think # 1 Caller: Yo, R' s definitly one of the illest liricist I've ever heard, that's real # 2 Caller: R.
Tropay We dipped, used to play for you, even used to pray for you Never that 'cause you wanted to spit in my face It was up up up and away for you I
Gotta get up and lay my clothes out It's gonna be too many hoes out Before my ladies rolled out I got 'em to clean up the whole house Then I threw my
nasty like a freak Like my ex-17th ward bitch rontinique She used to lick my whole body And she even used to tickle On the real she like her man and she
-- I ain't have to say one little thang The fame of my name blew the ghetto freak brain Lookin for a meal ticket, she let me stick it Wicked when she
'm real instrumental I'm as real as they come and don't need no bitch potential When I was comin' up there certain things we don't allow Like long fingernails
? Do you dream too much? Do you think what you need is a crutch? In the crowd of pain St. Jimmy comes without any shame He says, "We're fucked up" But
was a princess, she was fair-skinned and precious as a child She had that certain something It was a kind of a flash every time she smiled She'd come
was a princess, she was fair-skinned and precious as a child She did whatever she had to do She had that certain flash every time she smiled She'd come
squabbles, never shedded no tears But like an uzi on the mic they call me Tone Capone Slangin' down with your posse, if you're standin' alone Cultivatin' all cities and tearin' up
life The whispers across the Hudson Grow louder in our ears Louder in our ears Louder in our ears every night When Laura and Danny broke up She set