feel me? Honey, I be fly Money making, really there's a ribbon in the sky For One Love, I'm kicking my diction less the fiction Non-believers thought
(feat. The Legion) [Mr Lawnge] Ahh, shit! Get ready for the lyrical beat down Go for your gat, nigga, you can catch a smack, clown You think you get
(feat. Sweet T) [Chorus x4] I had her, you had her, we had her He had her, she had her, they had her (KRS-ONE: Oh! It seems that you're a ho) I had
t have to ask Jack, you know where the party's at It's uptown in the Boogie Down so don't sleep On that Non Fiction hit by Black Sheep [Dres] Be the
Infrared scope, you put the dot on your target, then you blow the shit out the motherfucka, Im sure.....killings, robberies, mur-uhh....thievin and everything
There's a certain slant of light falling onto my floor its the color of your eyes and of dress you wore and this crumbling tower of me plumbets quickly
And you look to find some secret light hidden deep inside your heart your heart this isn't love holding hands, falling down the stairs this isn't love
I bring my filthy rags into this storehouse of your love i wear my love of flesh into the presence of your perfection and you rip the veil uncover my
A love affair between the earth and sky black and blue and moving light years of space contain our meager lives governed in their turning baptism by
You measure your days in hours you measure your hours in kisses you measure your kisses in dreams come true you measure you dreams in years if what
(feat. AMG, Crawf Dog) Mausberg in the house, Shepperd Lane for life And, uh, John Doe, Amg, Hi-C mista Quik Suga Free, G-one, Let me break they back
(feat. James Debarge, Suga Free) [Mauberg] Check me out baby, I'm Mr. Mausberg As you can see I done got off that curb Now what you think about me?
your eye lenses Don't get me twisted with these rap punks I'ma ride, pump and I dump and leave ya body in the trunk [Chorus:] [Mausberg] Non-Fiction
(feat. DJ Quik, El DeBarge) [Mausberg] Yeah, for real Now when I bounce through the club, baby Suits and boots on gleam, order some White Star for my
(feat. Dresta) [Mausberg:] Yo yo nigga, where they at now? [Dresta:] Where they at? [Mausberg:] Black Tec nigga [Dresta:] I don't see 'em Berg [Mausberg
can't spit it I'm the Don Mega of rap, Gotti of gun claps Mausberg the toughest muthafucka on the map When I cock back, I'm taking off non-stop With
Y2K Mausberg kickin' realism Spreadin' game to them coward ass niggas You scared to ball, nigga? You scared to ball, nigga? Yo, I'm 'bout to grind nigga