fucker I spot What up! Not I would love nothing more than to bust your box and blood clot a porn spot Three things I got I love'em alot Do anything to
to up and leave See it's all about you it's not about me Break me down from in and out See I knew from the jump you had some doubts Should have known
to up and leave See it?s all about you it?s not about me Break me down from in and out See I knew from the jump you had some doubts Should have known
do you have?" He says "All I got right now is this box of one dozen starving, crazed weasels" I said "OK, I'll take that" So he hands me the box and
'? Try eatin' these shells, they non fattening After you digest gat, I'mma stomp you bastards So take that.. blaow, blaow! Ghost, he still breathing Blaow, blaow! Anything
bass) Understand? Walk this way cause here's the way we'll be walkin Brooklyn style is the way we'll be talkin And if you ain't with it, without a doubt
started writin' rhymes in 1982, I was 8 My only brother used to let me hear his Too-Short tapes "Beeitch" Sugarhill and Spoonie G was with me 'Bout anything
kid, aiyyo We shut it down like the news and blast like fresh tecs out the box, we outbox, get suplexed Take notes nigga, best check the index Look over anything
I could be the first to let you know That nothing means anything Now I'm standing here outside your door in the pouring rain And I can't believe nothing
1-2-A-O-J-O-J-O-J It's a daily thing for Black Sheep my friend Yo driver pull over I need my midday Heineken About, to put, no doubt, you wish Clockin
don't need credit [Canibus] Hot lyrics loop the beat and rock wit it Go head slam the door in my face ill lock smith it My box cutter blades rip it Toxemic
same sunsets, and when I doubt... I'll look east and lock my heart in a brass box to newfound mass. I'm breaking off but this is my home. I'd do anything
sunsets, and when I doubt... I'll look east and lock my heart in a brass box to newfound mass. I'm breaking off but this is my home. I'd do anything
Try eatin' these shells, they non fattening After you digest gat, I'mma stomp you bastards So take that.. blaow, blaow! Ghost, he still breathing Blaow, blaow! Anything
it, carve a little niche where we can all exist as ourselves, not our sales Despite our ails (OOH DO TELL!) Cause I can't part with the alcohol, no doubt
Little memories I keep it in a box Keys in the lock Trapped in my heart Oh when you left my world That's when it fell apart When everything anything I