For that we could stay In that lumpy bed If I ever was A stone in your shoe If I ever was A stone in your shoe I guess it was o.k. with you We don
under your vest by the abdominal (yeah) Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars (uh huh) And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few hoes (let's go) Excellence
it cause I fucked your mamma I fucked your cousin I fucked that bitch and these niggas just a fussin thinkin that a niggaplayamade didnt know I got a
when I ask I get it, in the Cadillac I kick it since y'all I wanted to be like mack, ten bishop Tight when I get up in the club, drinkin' Crissy from
Wasn't you a preacher? You calling her a hooker? He without sin cast the first stone I met her on the subway, she gave me that VIP card And told me if I ever
talk to him, I tried to talk to him Y'all take them shoes off your teeth Stop runnin' your mouth No shoes, no feet, I'll run in your mouth I'll come
sayin it cause I fucked your mamma I fucked your cousin I fucked that bitch and these niggas just a fussin thinkin that a niggaplayamade didnt know I got a
, I once came to tell everyone your story Your passion was my poetry And your past, my most potent glory Your promise was my prayer Your hypocrisy my nightmare And your
was a bitch I knew on the avenue She was gettin' G oh for a nut or two yo I think her name was Clara and she was garunteed to give a Muthafucka whatever
my shoes I scar like stones hard like cement And I rocked every jam that I ever went 'Cause I got a better rippin' than any emcee has And I'm down like a
slip Don't make me put a lump on your lip A dip in your hip, I'm snatchin' your shit I want it all so give me it Am I a Luna-chic? Uh huh, I'm a looney
I felt about it C'mon} I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all I gotta
Khan, the wreck suede wiley Don I judge wisely, as if nothin' ever surprise me Loungin', between two pillars of ivory I'm lively, my dome piece is like buildin' stones
in a lake No wake, cause everybody knew you was a fake You shield your fate, cement blocks for socks and ankle weights I'm older plus I'm wiser, surprise
sin Niggas coming sideways, and I've been that in the past But now I'm half past giving a shit And at a quarter 'til I'mma bust your fucking ass! Just
the only shoe that fits I can't imagine I'll grow out of it Damn, I wish I was your lover If I was your girl believe me I'd turn on the Rollin' Stones
momma was a dope fiend, poppa was a rolling stone he never knew what family was he grew up in a broken home Ever since twelve years old he was known
the beat, I don't know if I can stop it I feel like meat on the street They paint my car like a target I take my orders from
