I will not smoke ma Don't talk about licking if it ain't deepthroat ma I give you great dick, I make your face flip Then take ya aboard a nigga Spaceship
to the sunrise, plus I stay dumb high Whether block shit or rock shit Club shit or drug shit, I pop shit I got shit Get sig' any track I'm a spit the
breathing, Braveheart to the graveyard I'm the William Wallace of this shit Ayo P, Prodigy I got love for you man, I love you man You know what I'm saying
I know you're not there but I know that you love the lord And I remember when you was a little boy You used to love music And you loved to just play And
I don't sell the most, I gotta kill the competition Don't take it personal, gotta go to jail and if I come back And don't have my cash, then I'm hurtin
roots is deep you heard the bitch in you yeah i know what's beef let it cook and i pop like grease you thirsty niggers can't shot my feast ugh i still love
along Whatever I said Whatever I did I didn't mean it I just want you back for good. (want you back, want you back, want you back for good) Whenever I
who can't get over it You always wanted more than life But now you don't have the appetite In a message to the troubador The world don't love you anymore
again I know it's gone and there's gonna be violence (Want you to love me) I've taken as much as I'm willing to take (Want you to be) Why do you think
I wanna see you move your body like a snake, yeah Hey yo can y'all hear me out there alright Now this is what I wanna see I wanna see all of the ladies
Ayo 'cuz when y'all tellin' folk, about my life I don't want y'all to add nothing I don't want y'all to take nothing away I want y'all to play that thang
of my brother william Brother where, have you gone to? I swear, I never thought I could I see so many times They told me to shoot straight Don't pull
t stop it I want you to know I love you I'm talkin' to you baby I'm talkin' to you sucker I love you I love you I have a special phone number where you
I knew when I first met you that you'd be my sweetheart Swing wide your gate of love and please don't let me fall I know you're gonna love me after all
+ Bun B] I don't take 'em out to eat I ain't here to trick or treat I ain't trying to fix your weave I ain't heard of that!! I'm just here to train
to splurge, like a Bosnian Serb A-drift I means a-draft I means I riff I means I raff Rap's ca-tas-trophe, don't want no brass tro-phy So okey-dokey folks
funk baby I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk I live for
I don't sell the most, I gotta kill the competition Don't take it personal gotta go to jail and if I come back and don't have my cash then I'm hurtin