count me out but everybody wants to get that feeling something's wrong it's not for you but everybody wants to get a piece of my heart now you come on
appears. I like to sit outside on a summer night with a drink in my hand. And a little moonlit music on the stereo, and look at the stars. Then I get
, will that put food on my plate? Yeah, can I walk into McDonald's, up to the counter And tell 'em you can make limestone from gunpowder Will they give me
b***h I just pop up on these hoes on some pimple sh*t And put the iron to your face you old wrinkled b***h We just had to kill it We on the radio hotter
fine, see now I represent mine I'm new on the rap scene, brothers never heard of me Yet I'm a meance, yo, police wanna murder me Heine(ken) Dark drinker
: [Turk] Come on, come on Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on I roll with a bunch of untamed guerrillas, head bustas, and sharks Niggas that'
some with me, See she creeps silent, And shorty from the south, But it's laying on her, She's a fair eastsider, My styro-foam in stereo, Sipping on something
on What goes on Well I'm all in - put it up on the board Another rapper shot down from the mouth that roared 1-2-3 down for the count The result
know What goes on What goes on Well I'm all in - put it up on the board Another rapper shot down from the mouth that roared 1-2-3 down for the count
't condone Counting everything I own in my muthafucking ZONE, I'm up too high somebody come get me down down down down Said I'm up too high somebody get me
. T All these hating naggers ain't got nothing on me Honestly, I gotta stay as fly as I can be If you Wiki "Willy" you get super O.G. Honeys always rush me
just pop up on these hoes on some pimple shit and put the iron to your face y`all wrinkled bitch [Will.I.Am] Oh, we just had to kill it we on the radio
lost page of a wild rhyme writin' nigga P holds the pen tightly, explode nightly I count on one finger, all y'all rap niggaz that excite me Y'all niggaz is trash rap, wanna fight me
with my name on it Dick made the cover now count, how many veins on it Scooby snack, Jurassic plastic gas, booby trap Ten years workin' for me, you
Do or Die] It's a ship it up yo flip You see them dogs in me Automatic static Outlaws call on me You see the balls on me I'm gonna let 'em swang Without
certified is mr. nice with the wise guys These crews stress, fully on a quest To be recognised, put up on a level next to me And the Wise unified our
