place, I sense contagious And I see a face I can?t contain this I can?t contain this, no Yeah I?m just a kid But I can be tall I can be anything at all
, I sense contagious And I see a face I can't contain this I can't contain this, no Yeah I'm just a kid But I can be tall I can be anything at all I
, I sense contagious And I see a face I can?t contain this I can?t contain this, no Yeah I?m just a kid But I can be tall I can be anything at all I
rocked out whats up jiggas Sometimes I be in B K, with Fab on the freeway Lincoln continental and I copped it off on ebay I pop champ like its my b day
night I'm in Dublin's and I got myself a four The hood love me, hoodrats gotta hug me Pop ex, spark the buba, the shit get ugly Rock the mic anywhere,
velour Late night I'm in Dublin's and I got myself a four The hood love me, hoodrats gotta hug me Pop ex, spark the buba, the shit get ugly Rock the mic
I penetrate, it's been withstandin, faded would it be the greatest MC of all time When I created rhyme for the simple fact When I attack I crush your
yeah I can hear your heartbeat, you?re scared [x2] You see, I'm a psycho, a sicko, I'm crazy I see, I got my knife boy, I kill you, you make me They
bent Nigga like me feenin for them green leaves But I ain't had no dough Gotta make some money so I'm makin my dummy rocks if I go broke Chorus: Intro
in the chamber! Drive-by's, homicide; shit! I gotta roll a dime! Every day I ran away, my life's one Columbine. And I'd like to see heads get [? ] So
Pot So I Could Spend My Bread [Chorus:] And I'm Getting It... I'm Getting It I Ain't Talkin About It I'm Living It I'm Getting It... Straight Getting
: (feat. R. Kelly) (Tone aka Trackmaster) So I told shorty I be producing, I be making those beats Be making those hits, ya know So I told her my name
roll With a hip hop star Bamboos on, pants down low I'm a rock star Baby let me know if you wanna ride with a Hip hop star I'm a rock star Do
HOP STAR I'M A ROCK STAR DO I BLOW YOU AWAY? DO I STIMULATE YOUR MIND WOULD YOU TASTED MY LOVE IF I KICK IT TIGHT I HAVE NONE TO WASTE WITH YOU I GUESS
Nigga like me feenin for them green leaves But I ain't had no dough Gotta make some money so I'm makin my dummy rocks if I go broke Chorus: Intro 3,
