: Standing in line For something to eat Dragging my ass Dead on my feet No more possessions Just my clothes Down on my luck And I'm sure it shows No
Standing in line For something to eat Dragging my ass Dead on my feet No more possessions Just my clothes Down on my luck And I'm sure it shows No confidence
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girls standing in the line for the Bathroom! All the girls standing in the line for the Bathroom! All the girls standing in the, All the girls standing
right route Gang violence needs to be wiped out A-l-m-i-g-h-ty C and E-z-i-r-e We see the f-u-t-u-r-e Should be a positive thang Body & Soul and you,
my VIP's And individualize 'cause I'm an MC I can because I care because my family's here Cause I (cause I what) Cause I (cause I what) Cause I 'preciate the mentality of music I
[Ali] D, E, R, R, T, Y (we back, we back, we back) We all we got, yo, know I want y'all do? Yo.. Aiyyo stand at attention, raise your right arm, salute
One, come one shorty, get with me nigga [Lil' Wayne] See I, ride when I gotta, grind cuz I gotta Milk this game 'til it's sour Why I gotta do the backstreets
I design a plan to make a rapper step like a pedestrian I crush a mountain into grands of sand Your pain stains the cannon of the mic inserted into the stand
we losin em I'm lookin at this niggaz longevity To make a big play, but then it might be a mistake Cuz if I get sent to D.C., I'm sendin Dice to DE With
, I might as well just be a cockroach on the floor If she belonged to me I'd give her everything I'd never cheat or lie I'd treat her with respect, not
The PJ's! PJ's [Verse 2] Before I was signed, I used to move on the block All I wanted to do was rhyme, rhyme, rhyme Line for line, I make the blind
the girls standing in the line for the bathroom All the girls standing in the line for the bathroom All the girls standing in the, all the girls standing
hip-hop was just cuts and beats I seen Wildstyle dug the scene I wanna be an MC, rock, rock on, know what I mean? I started crashin' rap contests Shootin
d-dang, diggy, diggy Bop, diggy, bop, d-dang, d-dang, dang Some pop, some lock, some move robotic Like cash money I stay in pocket U.M.C. r-r-r-rock,
stand strong and pass it on to the sons and daughters With your flow, and I?m proud to be all that I know Q B O R O, nigga who I?d die for, survive war
