colours they bleed to one Oh my soul was dry Oh could i feel you tonight Oh my soul was dry Maybe I'll begin again Maybe I will live again Maybe I'll
between I hit the scene Catch fire like kerosene Geting paid for more then a decade We been blazing, y'all wasn't ready for the pd invasion Caught you off
start, they ain't have to pump hard in this I was a part of this, and marvelous stats, it wasn't hard to miss And yo, I had to burn cats like arsonists
J can get paid If I was your tv I'd be like, look at me If I was shooting star I be like shooooom If I was a fat bitches thong I'd be like hell nah
off Settin' it off Settin' it off Settin' it off Settin' it off Settin' it off Settin' it off Settin' it off Settin' it off Settin' it off Settin' it off Settin' it off Settin' it off Settin' it off
sumpthin' I still want the green, cornbread and the cabbage No Limit savage, one known as the baddest When I was bustin' out expeditions you wasn't ready
battle I don't want you spittin none of that shit you was spittin last week last month I want it off the top of the head I don't want your man ad-libbing
battle I don't want you spittin none of that shit you was spittin last week last month I want it off the top of the head I don't want your mom ad-libbing
below Cause I wasn?t born, I wasn?t born to follow noo When I grow up, gonna be a star Gonna sing my songs and play my guitar, I?m ready Gonna change
"i'd like to know.. are you really ready for some super dynamite soul? Then thank you, because now, it's star time!" The apollo (4x) [kid
night, man Just don't lie to me, man I thought I was havin' a go at an overdose But I, I, I don't think you can overdose on Beecham's Flu Plus I think
and supreme But for a microphone still I fiend This was a tape I wasn't supposed to break I was supposed to wait, but let's motivate I want to see who
whole crib out from Rent-A-Center If all else failed and I didn't get a break yet I'd get unemployment while collecting a paycheck Would it mean I wasn't
Phyllis: I mean like uh, I'm ready! 14:37 Phyllis: You know, I'll tell you something, I find myself saying, "I'm ready," you know, and like, I slap
off it Lies, straws, mirrors and plates Nicks, dimes, fifties, and cakes Why can't I escape These lies, straws, mirrors and plates? Nigga I ain't shit, I
shit that I'm bringin' leave a busta brains hangin' 'cause I ain't half steppin', when I come for the chop I clock, meal, and rob, Black Connection is the mob That I
justice real niggaz love this I pop shit on wackstas 'cause I ain't scared of no motherfuckas' I smash you bash you smoke you like a blunt then I pass
clean battle I don't want you spittin' None of that shit you was spittin', last week, last month I want it off the top of the head I don't want your