land Mr. Everything white and the snowman White men can't jump but the work can And this a coupe you can't ride but yo hoe can Two shifts both stoves
I'm a motherfuckin' monster I, I crossed the line, line And I'll, I'll let God decide-cide I, I wouldn't last these shoulders So I, I am headed home
' up. I give it all up for her I'll never be enough I wont stop until I find My runaway love Why can't I find, You love of mine, When you're standing
I bet that you could bring me back my baby Because every time I see Christmas lights I feel this burn inside and I just can't take it I saw them shopping
the glory and gone is the gold Well, if you need a story, I've come, it has to be told Well, you can say I'm a devil and I wouldn't say no But out here
's a tiger, one's a lynx, one's a king that suffering Rolling high, moving low Burning, I'm burning, can't you see it in my eyes? Wanna play in this
,Miami If I see a girl and like her then I let her see my.... Jam rockin's how I got my fame,Ice capital T Evil E's his name If you can't see who's rockin
) Fuck that right, I want the right to talk I want the right to speak, I want the right to walk Where I wanna yell and I'm gonna Tell and rebel every
time 'cuz Ice nigga what the fuck you wanna do about a T Most'cha bitch niggas can't fuck with me 'Cause your chin-chalked talk I can see through Like
time 'cause Ice nigga what the fuck you wanna do about a T Most'cha bitch niggas can't fuck with me Cause your chin-chalked talk I can see through Like
Different, specifically I don't copy Tear up the track if the flow sounds sloppy I don't play one game I bust about a dozen cuts on my LPs, none the same I ain't new to this, I ain't
meat And I know I can be better than this I gotta get me a car, man I gotta get a girl I know I can do it out there, man I'm finna go for it, man I
won't What can I say, you can't come out and play With the real ones, dig this you'll get broke with the quickness I don't gamble, I cheat when it's
I got gold on my neck and gold on my wall Gold in my fingers, gold in my ear When this jam's spinnin', gold's what you hear Toy, this ain't Christmas
can match this Meet a freak in a week, her workplace a matress Really though, recognize the pimp type flow I don't smoke endo, I count cash on my patio
-T-H-E-R Hoes start runnin when they see my car Even though I'ma pro wrestling star they know I, don't play and I gotta get paid Everything I wear baby
and break camp The only way I sleep is in a cold sweat You say I'm crazy? You ain't see shit yet 'Cause I love to kill and kill for fun The microphone
hip-hop was just cuts and beats I seen Wildstyle dug the scene I wanna be an MC, rock, rock on, know what I mean? I started crashin' rap contests Shootin