awake and see You lyin' next to me If there's one thing I've learned It's how easy the tables turn And if there's one thing I know It's the fine art
awake and see You lying next to me. If there's one thing I've learned, it's how easy the tables turn. And if there's one thing I know, it's the fine
ll awake and see You lying next to me. If there's one thing I've learned, it's how easy the tables turn. And if there's one thing I know, it's the fine
's all the devil do God was in Jesus, God is in us But God ain't in the barrel of that pistol that you bust You can play this game wrong, you gotta
my name's on 'em Baby, Shady's here come on get him, if you dames want 'em But he ain't stupid so quit tryin' to run them games on him He's immune to
the game ain't work __ then the streets don't care [Verse 2] Jesse a old as player jesse kind of like my plug Jesse always got gud work bu he don't
feet With four-four gloves, rims spinnin', tippin' on fo-fo's My mouth be worth millions, somethin' like Paul Wall's Ladies look out they ain't thugs, they homo's
salad with cabbage pork chops and applesauce twin connection, disrepect watch your body cave in pump the shotty guagin, hit the shorty while he potty training i ain't playing
didn't flawlet My brain is horny with mean dreams GS's wit BB's on it Supreme skeems to get richer, the richest quickly Niggas wanna hit me if they get me trust my body
body cave in pump the shotty guagin, hit the shorty while he potty training i ain't playing, i'm truly the worst simply the first to get his whole body
? Terrible, you don't know what's terrible Terrible, what you know bout terrible? Terrible, you don't know what's terrible... (Buzz) There's the buzzer
See, you play around too fuckin' much (How many people you got hurt?) You ain't learned your lesson yet (You ain't learned your fuckin' lesson) You still
) This ain't no movie, no play, you in a matinee I'm watchin screens of your dreams, you actin everyday Playin a part that you actors can't play Yo he's
put a hole in the first nigga that run up The ballers be Jay, R an' T Spit it cold 'cause the music is a part of me Can't nobody spit it fast as me
a hole in the first nigga that run up The ballers be Jay, R, and T Spit it cold 'cause the music is a part of me Can't nobody spit it as fast as me Got
do it again, he'd do it over Poverty's king cobra, squeeze ya life out 'Cause it's the fatalities and casualties I should write 'bout These rappers ain't
