! (sung) I hope you're happy! I hope you're happy now I hope you're happy how you Hurt your cause forever I hope you think you're clever! ELPHABA I hope
feed you poisoned birthday cake I wont deny I'm gonna miss you when you're gone Oh I could bury you alive But you might crawl out with a knife And kill
a toddler To all hip hoppa's I am ya fatha You got a problem I am ya docta You run an pop up you see a monsta And I am a mess, call me dash d cadet here
it Every day's a hustle, got these haters at my neck Suckers tryna get a check The Boss Dogg does it, hoes wanna call it what it wasn't Tryna kiss a
Hill star Quick look around, you can't hide you just might die right where you are Audio X, we gonna your blow your head up Synthetic flows, they gonna make you
you might desire, Go ahead, fire it up, maybe you can get inspired Any kind of flavor you savor I can do you the favor Just as long as you share with
make you break some dizzacks "Whassup homie, can I borrow some cash?" Last week I gave you 500, so kiss my ass I got a baby to feed, a family to see
oats, got some chickens and some shoats Aimed to have some ham and eggs to feed my face Got a mule to pull the plow, got an old red muley cow And got a
-town, you got kids liftin' eyebrows Every time you fly down, so lie down Full maxin', seein' you laughin' With passion happenin' Every action has a reaction In fact you
but my underwear is polo You say you getting money but you baby mama say You got a dollar in yo pocket, say my nigga youse a hobo You ain't got enough
I knew a better way 'Cuz back in the day, you step to a lot a girls And they say back off a lot You get mad wanting tail, jack off a lot But hey, it
into a pothole, got into a car crash Should'a been thinking and tried to fake whiplash A crowd gathered round, they're callin' me fat Who you lookin at with a
just FEED YOU, you already look like you about to bust Nigga you can run or hide; I'll be on your porch with a cheeseburger tryin to lure you outside! '
as it should It matters, feed em power food The wonders that Allah will do Maybe he'll discover you Look 'em like a couple of jewels Ticket traum' was
tell you something, I ain't gon' front, yo I love you and all that, son (then say that!) You my first cousin, (then say that, Ghost, say that) You my
's a lot of hoods and shit out there A lot of niggas done got bodied A lot of niggas done got robbed and shit You know what I mean? We love a lot of
got cut like DJs spinning doubles I'm on my way to the store ignoring the city To purchase a pack of Marb' Reds with a stack of rolled pennies I could
digits on the check in the mail. I give 'em hell, With the clever rhymes in the squad situated ??. White on white ?? throwin' elbows. You wanna holla, you