Baby you're the only reason That this ain't my favorite season I spend all my time just counting the days And I wish you would come and see me Or at
I really want you to notice I really wish you could see I wrote this song all about you And what you do to me You really make me sick Feel like I'm
or sequel When you catch a link on the wings of this desert eagle Flappin, we splittin caps friend remember when niggas would shoot joints Now niggas be wildin' placing hollow
head up I ain't no fool and new jack poppin' fake rap I rap from the heart and soul, where only facts are kept Many rappers sell-out pop and other MC
So I tried to write rhymes somethin' like them My boys said, ?That ain't you Ice? That shit sounds like them so I sat back thought up a new track Didn
corners, that's usual politics Push a button from the mansion, hit you with a hollow tip We two different niggas, I'm servin', he sniffing his And I love that new
a hard bargain (bargain), I'm Harlem's only Gagarin Car foreign, the other man stood-stood stutter-fied I know ya moms well -- tell ya mother hi. I'm the other
Hey, where did we go, days when the rains came Down in the hollow, playin' a new game Laughing and a running hey, hey Skipping and a jumping in the misty
him it's still fun 360 waves new gear blue steel gun They say you ain't promised tomorrow They got the drop and hit him right in his head with a hollow
Busta Rhymes, Flipmode represent For the Ruff Ryder, and my nigga Swizz And we gonna be here to present Y'all niggas with some other shit to bang in
heard him laugh Talkin' trash 'bout whoop my ass I never let a nigga do that who that get his brains blew back With a new gat yellin' chew that hollow
the image of a man Who commands a high opinion But he hides his hatred with a sheepish grin And beside him flanking closely Are the boisterous hollow
'81, L.B. Top Gun beotch Platinum ass records that be payin' bills Dogg Pound niggaz, they be bangin' still Money makin' niggaz and they bonafide Them money makin' niggaz still down to ride All them other
not the only one Marshall, you're no longer the man, that's a bitter pill to swallow All I know is I'm wallowin' self loathing and hollow Bottoms up
