do I do it for you, 'cause you, you do it for me And we, we got it all right, I can't, I can't let you get away Get away from me now So far I'm still
do I do it for you cause you, you do it for me And we, we got it all right, I can't, I can't let you get away Get away from me now So far I'm still around
Rhyme spree You say you wanna be down, you gotta talk to me You wanna get in? Put a sucker's head out Sound a little hot for you, boy? Then, toy, get
be P, P, P, knuckleheads on parole without a GED BBC, abroad, goldenrods out the fo' I strip ya down to ya optimo, cigars I pull cards like Vegas, clap my hands then walk away
night at the Ruffryder lounge Tonight we're gonna try something a little different This is not an exclusive, so pardon me As I get on my Posdu new shit
better We sat it out like some passing bad weather Well, my mind was like kid's boxing gloves The kind blown up with air That are put away after play And get limp
barely a holdin' tank Get drunk, get to shootin bust the whole club out Us thugs out, I'm tryin' to dumb out, 'til I get drunk out That's just the way
, that same nigga got his cap pilled (cap pilled) Kaine got that thang in the aim, ready to get which ya Aint gon let'cha get away, I think I had a bad
must be simple delinquent To try to get what the sick is so leave the hard is to limp it And only the thrill will we get it? I'm an assassin of soul out
these niggaz up And show 'em where the fuck I'm comin' from I get the party crackin from the shit that I be spittin' son Hit-and-run, get it done, get
I get 'em Rip on 'em, shit on 'em, hit on 'em, then I will sit on 'em Open up your mouth if you want the food To get rude, Flipmode, 'cause I'm in the
the drop top with Cartier's An' I ain't met no nigga with more cars than this player You don't wanna get it on You'll get shitted on or spitted on Reptile
raw Clap....... thats the bird-call If the cops are comin, get to hop n runnin Quick and drop that onion, ain't no stoppin youngin Put away that
and buy yourself a new grill You pumpkin pie, I'll jack-off in your eye Climbing shoots and ladders, while your ego shatters But you just can't get away
they brains Like this ex-worker, tried to smuggle a half a key in his left leg, even underwent surgery They say his pirate limp gave him away As the feds
never get strong my mom needs you gone you traded all your paper clips for a soap dish that way your best friend's rubber ducky wouldn't slip and slide away
