you a fag but money like Little Richard Take your faggot ass picture put it next to Gulliany Run you for your roc-a-wear fit and beat you with the Tommy
only Oprah feed them? What happened to the music that I know I miss it, U2 I guess we feel like Bono [Game: Verse 2] The living, the dead These Dre beats
it Take me for a fucking egit No more eatin for you now x6 Gotta hit em back Your with me it was gonna happen So when it did i beat the kid Till
day bohemian love i've been too sleepy who let that sunlight waste away i've been too brave bold courageous and i was never afraid what happened to her oh what happens
us dawg like adam we fallin dawg and still he's callin dawg and sometimes we be stalling dawg gone ran like an athlete on the trac beat and the to pack
by me Listin' these facts for all to know How to rock a party, keep the crowd on the go It starts with the beat, then comes the rhyme The stance that
like them G-Dep dancers (damn dude) (*50 Cent - harmonizing "doo,doo,doo"*] *beat stops [Lloyd Banks] What the fuck happen to the rest of the beat
and shine Keep your eyes on yours while I keep my eyes on mine [Verse 2] First it happened to Stretch then to Pac and Big I'm convinced it can happen
work out to leave this bitch cut up let a nigga find out you on some goin' home shit and you tryin' to bounce without payin' a loan, shit some niggas beat
Movie Bites from "King Of New York"] [Frank White:] Jim!... How come you never came to see me? [Jimmy Jump:] Who want to see you on cage man? [beat starts
I speak, that you notice 'Cause it's sort of unique 'cause you know it's me My poetry's deep, and I'm stillmatic, the way I flow to this beat You can
, and there ain't no replacement And anybody thinkin different jus get locked in the basement You know we had to touch the beat cuz the track is dope,
talk about it in the same beaten down way We laugh together in the same cynical way We talk about it in the same beaten down way And nothing changes Nothing
re hit man You feel that shit the evils do Can't see myself get beat down My eyes swollen Mom's cryin' they don't know what happened My pride's stolen
to fly You heard a lot about an easy street And it seems like the place to be You heard some talk about a slippery slope But you think "it can't happen
church and the church and the church (Alright alright) I can't remember yesterday, whatever happened to yesterday? Feels like tomorrow done come to fast {Goodlove} I can't remember yesterday, whatever happened
ploys Oh boy, its getting deep but more expensive then ever cheap But what about that little nigga running the streets Making a living through his beats