my freaks all night long Not only do, I rhyme I also cut so nice And all the fightin' perpetratin' D.J.'s want my slice 'Cause I'm select Perpetratin' D.J
on black Spillin' brains ain't nothin but a thang to me Sellin cane and fame ain't nothin but a thang to me When you see the B.G. I run wit' all real
lyrics suck All my verses fall flat like a hockey puck It took me seven months to write the first part of my verse And now I got nothing left so I'll
So we left Beirut Willa and I He headed East to Baghdad and the rest of it I set out North I walked the five or six miles to the last of the street lamps
what you got fool Forgot to write me in the Penn Now I'm on parole in the wind and your trying to fit in Y'all humpback J, E to the A The L O U S suckas
over Your life it had no meaning Even friends of J.A.R. Quickly lost all feelings You had warnings, you had time Well that was all you gave it Said, "
're all I need to get by-- (x2) Verse One: Shorty I'm there for you anytime you need me For real girl It's me in your world, believe me Nothing
you wanna do fuck the world fuck you and yo girl gangsta five watch us ride what the fuck its kurupt we dont give a fuck plus the five 2 step
okay, I'm a let y'all take it on your own, right now Why don't y'all do me a favor What? Tell me a joke Why did the chicken cross the road? To get five
pain // He was spinning out of control like a class five hurricane // He said he wouldn?t want another emcee to suffer the same // Especially when there?s nothing
hustle) Seven days of the week (I hustle) Just to stay on my feet To all my single parent mothers just tryna survive Doing what you gotta do, working nine to five
' in here (yeah) [Mary J.] Gotta hold my man down We ain't playin around Got his back at all If you a hustla then do that dance Yeah, let's go [Mary J
' my words the gospel No apples or giant serpents, the enlightened apostle J-Treds, I lace heads like tennis players top seeded Not meanin' to cause a racket, or
[Violent J:] It was a dark and stormy night, when five children of the Lotus crept into a local cemetery, their intentions were nothing more than to smoke
volume 2 We show niggas the meaning of ryde or die So all that bullshit you talking, go head nigga [jadakiss] You don't gotta slap me five or give me
'll be in my Converse This a convict rapping, it's a con's verse Arm and Hammer mis-man, 'Los, Joey, or Ris-am All they gotta do is chirpand them things
'll give you all the things you need You'll never have to worry bout G I'm happy that I found your face Together we will rip up the place All my life
By ICP & Kid Rock Violent J, Violent J, is that you? I'm on the microphone, so what'cha wanna do? Violent J, Violent J, is that you? A wicked, wicked