ain't hot top for colors, I'm from Cedar Block So I got my hot tops that make your breathing stop I'm a gangsta slash rapper, check your CD shop I'm like
: I'm a muthafuckin' animal cannibal hannibal lecter Silence the lambs with a .45 in my hand Ruthless Knock a muthafuckin' cop toothless Payback's a
get off Madd flows Like a pack of eskimo's On the dog sled in the blizzard Cause I'm the wizard of (oz) Ah, Shit I'm gonna wreck ya set And you stepin
the mic And get hype, I'm sorry you sound dot Cause I roll like the homicide squad You must be broke and, hoping that I'm soft but I'm dope and Left you
75 en attendant l'apoge volume 2 B.l.a.c.k. M. # Ce qui ne tue pas te rend plus fort , nous sommes vivant donc vous etes morts(4x) Black m Mais qui
: couplet 1( Maitre Gims) 22h45 tu vas t'couche t'es sincere`? alors qu' dehors sa s'tappe et les ptits veulent tous des d-500 on trouve de l'alcool
Colors man Who I'm is? I Rubber band man like a one man band Treat these niggas like "The Apollo" and I'm the Sandman Tote a hundred grand carrying it in the waste band
: {crowd noise in background} New, New Power Soul {x13} Hey man, what happened 2 the band man? Yeah nigga, that's what I'm talkin' about, ha ha
yeah) (Now) (Go go yeah) Now! (1 2 3 4, come on, come on, freaks on the floor) (Go go yeah) (Now) (Go go yeah) 1 2, 1 2, '94 I'm on the set, freaks
Big up big up phantom (haitian band) i like tabou combo (another band) Se sak fe depwim nan bal la mwen mande kote moun yo (That's if i'm in the bal
won't tell Swear to God I won't tell For my click I'm a ride or die For my click I'm a ride or die Eating on some chips Plus I'm smoking on a blunt Chilling
couldn't catch it on Bobbito As I flaunt and I stretch just like a rubber band, POPPIN Stoppin every rapper like a trooper on a turnpike I'm long and
ropas, tocha gorda como Gongora, no habra Quevedos de lenguas burlonas en mi contra, si se nota cuando suena mi flota, distinguida de otras bandas cochambrosas
know about.. Slippin' they clips in AK's, nigga?! I'm talkin 'bout hittin' niggas block! [Verse 1: Young Buck] I'm whippin' down my bullets with my bandana
40 more. Trap time nigga, yeah strap time nigga put out better rubber band, Crap time nigga, in my lap a nine nigga, 45 in the console, show em how the
broke, I let the 45th smoke Before I let my baby boy go under, no wonder I'm addicted to the cash flow, stacks of green Flashback, I'm nudgin' weights
