The boys on the block Got eyes for my ass Chorus Last stop Franklin smell it makes me sick Got my street vision on I don't see shit And still I stay fresh I spend the top dollar
You know in the last ten years on my way to make these millins, it wasn't easy. At first I got lots of discouragement from friends and strangers who are
he tryin' blow 'em and go Wit no remorse kid it's the cold hearted Queens nigga grimey retarded You know I got to get away Get away Get away Get away
loced out part two mystic stylez 3 6 mafia in da hoe We finna do that dat sheeeeeit... Chorus Mafia... (Playa Fly) Bustaz get so dazed and amazed Theres Lil' Fly
she goes my friend She?s rolling down at last Hear the mighty engine roar See the silver wing on high She?s away and westward bound Far above the clouds she?ll fly
And to shut them up Now I just keep screaming I run away, it?s the last time It?s the last time Look at me for the very last time I?ve climbed so high
dollars in prize money, and the complete domination of the sport of golf have in common? Two things: The Champion, and Areo Fly Balls. Areo Fly Balls
plate like a housefly Just another face from the southside The fall guy, all eyes on the tall small fry While I try not to make your doll cry What you call "fly
screens. Blame it on a movie or a dream. Its all the same. Mind games even apologies paralyzed. Swollen little brain mismerized. Then he dies. Left only in a world full of hate. Body rots away
Big problem money that's what we all about You see we die for this color Money, respect and honor Serious about this game Kill for pennies and dollars
all my money in a hour ?Cause it's comin? too fast and I'm scared it won't last Look that white girl in her face, told her this was her last dance Goddamn
illusion less than God, for the realest of the writin Love thy neighbor, it's way beyond the fightin and the lightnin Benjamin Franklin, with a 50 dollar bill I'ma fly
Music: chan kinchla Lyrics: john popper I remember hearing a story About a girl who wanted to fly Something about dreams as fragile as bubbles Well
I remember hearing a story About a girl who wanted to fly Something about dreams as fragile as bubbles Well perhaps it won't apply It seems she'd flap
she goes my friend she's a rolling now at last Hear that mighty engines roar see the silver bird on high She's away and westward bound far above the clouds she'll fly
my friend She's a rollin' down at last Here the mighty engine's roar See the silver bird on high She's away in westward bound Far above the clouds she'll fly
Billy Flynn? [Mama Morton] Not by prayer, dear. First, you give me a hundred dollars. Then I'll make a phone call. [Roxie Hart] A hundred dollars? Will
thought is survival before my arrival I'm jumping out on niggas like I'm 5-0 Smack 'em up like a pack of trifling fly hoes Any opportunity to mangle