I think he sings a lot See, he is not nowhere as good as they say he is, I hate that kid And if he is, how come his last one didn't do as much as this
Its no big deal I have so a big will And them little cars with so big wheels Put a little box for them all big steels Pretty little chicks and none's
streets niggaz squeak their tires Got every club promoter passin' me flyers I'm in there V.I.P. a sure night With a bottle of haze, my weave is so tight
Oh, oh, yeah I got to tell you something Hey, girl, let me tell you something I swear every word is true When your man stay out all night long There
, really? You've come a long way since the beginning of the season Does he agree? It's been three months, he never comes to see the show Even a word from
hip-hop deceased? No justice, all the judges got grudges Giving my niggaz life for a little next to nothing So wherever you are, just a little extra
Now you grab him and smile remember your man He left you with biggest gift he made a kid With no money for the baby never held a job Even though the
your pain See these streets is like a living hell and the devil be the dope man And everybody wanna fix from heron to even powder My little nephew's a
Peace Camp to women only is a sensible political ploy, But if it is a demonstration of sexual exclusivity it is a sham. Aren't we seeking to destroy
it was a lie Some of y'll might even think it just a Tale From The Crack Side A Tale From The Crack Side A Tale From The Crack Side A Tale From The Crack
stories the little kids is buyin I do everything my Penn State like a Nittany Lion I ain't gotta mention the streets on a song to get in a nigga ass on
never heard a nigga say "They like them in the hood" I'm back better than ever, on top of my game Even them country boys sayin' "50 we feelin' you mayn" Now you stay
the ghetto March 18th, that rainy day, my mama gave birth To a baby boy, trapped in hell on earth From day one it wasn't fun I never had a crumb Daddy
I didn't even wanna speak a word to you, Then you started a conversation and got me laughing, So I gave you a chance at a friendship and you passed it
! 'Cause Indians know about doors. But clams didn't. Even if a clam knew about a door, so what? A clam couldn't fit in a door. I mean, he'd come stomping
twelve years "The Bun" just isn't a hit. Maybe I'm approaching it wrong. Look at him, a musician, a natural musician. This Motorcity was a serious little boy
is accounts in the minus But yet I'm rolling round the fuckin' city like your highness Got niggas reactin' without a sinus 'Cause what I'm working with is