Godzilla, still a villa filler gorilla Check your mouth cause you know I'm 'bout scriller Real motherfucker from the Chi, I'm a killer For realer, gotta set a pound like a
' 'em When it come to makin' love But you and me baby, this is real And that's why it's number one Sex that we're having here girl, ooh This is, this is
valet parking turned to show business They could scalp a higher ticket for your car Oscar: And my tree surgeon now Started taking a bough (spoken) A bough, get it? b
get the gingerbread A few stacks be the price for a nigga's head Cops and robbers, cowboys and indians Clips and revolvers and George's and Benjamin's A
through the future see millenium Killa B's sold fifty gold, sixty platinum, Shackling the matches with drastic rap tactics Graphic displays melting the steel like blacksmiths Black Wu jackets queen B
you I ain't been the best Of God's slaves Just a poet writin' What my thought says A little house A little car A little sweet girl Thank
That's ever been lent to me.. For the moment, is gone.. I'm like a new born.. I feel like a man wit' no memory.. Slow it down for a second, make sure
s ever been lent to me For the moment, is gone I'm like a new born I feel like a man wit' no memory Slow it down for a second, make sure I'm not losing
moms Words born Remys the realist, she know what the deal is feelin like there is still a chance wishin you could come and heal us But the thrill is gone
I see it, I brought my buddy, Mr. John Michael Montgomery with me, he's gunna play a lil guitar and sing a lil bit. Im gunna do a lil sumthin for yall
ya necklace Or betta yet bobbin til it leaves you neck less You know where death is, where no more breath is and 3rd graders learn how to leave you chestless Where God is
' wrists bro This ain't a gangsta party But if you turn it into one a bullet might pierce yo' body Relax, there's a lot of girls in here You shitfaced
have all gone away. I pop another pill and Imma take a sip of Caribou to wash it down Ya thinkin' Imma overdose, I never had a moment that'll turn a
smack you off the stage when I'm vexed No sweat, I crack a cold case of Beck's Guess whose back, the jack of all trades is next The rap cuisine, I crack a
the gingerbread A few stacks be the price for a nigga's head Cops and robbers, cowboys and indians Clips and revolvers and George's and Benjamin's A
By Rick Darnell and Ray Hawkins Guests: Ruth Brown and B. B. King The thrill is gone The thrill is gone away The thrill is gone The thrill is gone away
still playa hate cause I kept real Never asked for a free meal, all I asked if I work coming up from the dirt Show me luv not a fake thrill I'ma flirt
game is done! A hot rapper that ain't used Bone's flow? Name me one... I'll wait! (I'll wait)... Nigga it is what it is, we made it do what it do, just