the time Little face, little feet Little hands in my brain Driving me insane Driving me insane Little face, little feet Little hands not around No more little sounds No more little
the time Little face, little feet, little hands in my brain Driving me insane Driving me insane Little face, little feet, little hands not around No more little sounds No more little
You want to hear Don't worry, baby There's nothing to fear Hey, little girl Would you like some candy? Look into my eyes I've seen it all Hand in hand
things You want to hear Don't worry, baby There's nothing to fear Hey, little girl Would you like some candy? Look into my eyes I've seen it all Hand in hand
before Its no big deal I'm so big wheel In them little cars with those big wheels With a little box full of those big steels Pretty little chicks in those
: Little somethin for my godson Elijah and a little girl named Corinne [Verse One:] Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice I say the
president Dan Quayle eat a dick up. Peep game. -Chorus repeats- (Spoken by Tupac) Punk motha fucka. Fuck all those motha fuckas, they all can eat a motha
your buffer. But I'll just buck then bigger motha fuckas. Turnin men to suckas. Niggas wanna start a little ruckus. Better duck cuz I'll be poundin them motha fuckas. They wanna throw their hands
: Little somethin for my godson Elijah and a little girl named Corinne Verse One: Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice I say the darker
gets hard on the fuckin streets It's like a madness, fuck making gravy I rhyme and do crimes, cuz either way pays me A little rough with a hardcore...
See the doctor tried to smack me but I smacked him back, My first words were "thug for life" and "Papa pass the Mac." I'm bustin' on these motha fuckas
. Lay back and relax, feal the good vibrations, after we fuck I dont a conversation. New princess show me your interests, wait let me guess you like my ghetto poetry. Here's a little
nigga run up on you I'ma get him and I spill like I s'posed to do And If I roll wit you Ima be that little nigga off the hook man Talk about look man
believe Syann I be scared when I wuz there Nigga you know I ain't goin nowhere Your mother wuz my mother Ya brotha wuz right here In the Columbus but
it back A hustlin' little brother with crack But now I grind a little bit harder Harder my niggaz stories in order See, it was hard for me momma My mother