one she?d never find we want what we can?t have we love what never lasts I?m dreaming, yes I?m dreaming a too-pretty-for-life kind of trip and I?ll
with a snub Cause niggaz do a lot of slick talkin' in the club til' they coughin on the rug Ain't never had much but a Walkman and a bud My role model
walkin' with a snub, cause niggas do a lotta slip talkin' in the club Till they coughin' on the rug, ain't never had much but a walkman and a bud My role
mother's last words: Never give up A true warrior, who raised me in the hood, in a war Love ya girl, y'kno keep marchin' Yea yea yea, you never give up
a world, world, world so cruel Why, why, why are we Living in a world, world, world so cruel Think 'bout tha in us too, me 1999 than what would we do
walkin' with a snub, cause niggas do a lotta slip talkin' in the club Till they coughin' on the rug, ain't never had much but a walkman and a bud My
I have no home And Uncle Sam don't show no love to a broke ass Bonez (B-O-N-E-Z) A twenty couldn't last me two weeks I'm fuckin' used to chillin' on
Water fly like a saucer with the torque of a Porsche Murder a million MCs, then autograph all of their coffins Been gettin' it on since I been born an' I?m a
work that we sent, he never lost a case for a female client yet. And a sweet little puss like yours, let's just say what a blindness you got. [Roxie
I'ma bring 'em back to the days of nitty Give me a Bud, pop the lid take a swig Give me the other bud, roll a spliff take a hit I gotta leave 'em how
a picture I'm walkin' with the snub, cause niggas do a lotta slick talkin' in the club Till they coughin' on the rug, ain't never had much but a walkman
INTRO [Kardinal Offishall] It's a Kardi Kardi party, what! What, yeah Yo this be the Kardi Kardi party, what! [Saukrates] Anybody coming through here,
something out there for me But I'ma flee my territory So I won't end up, just a ghetto story Just a ghetto story, just a ghetto story Just a ghetto story, just a
walking with a snub Cause niggaz do a lot of slick talkin' in the club til' they coughin on the rug Ain't never had much but a Walkman and a bud My role
bring 'em back to the days of nitty Give me a Bud, pop the lid take a swig Give me the other bud, roll a spliff take a hit I gotta leave 'em how I left
, you meet your maker Never trust a gift horse, I tell them hoes to get lost Your record label's a pimp, every show is a trick off People say your album
