debt I can't pay my rent, my teeth are rotting in my head. I may be getting old, but it ain't over yet. I got so much left to say, I can't believe I'
in debt I can't pay my rent, my teeth are rotting in my head. I may be getting old, but it ain't over yet. I got so much left to say, I can't believe
I dont know that who'd ya think you are. And here we are, steady we roll out over you. When it's over it's over, for the soldiers who hear me, that'll
us The downest brothers ever touched Los Angeles I found life was much more suitable Cause I'm the brother that makes black so beautiful I ain't slippin or down
kinda like erased, a majority of the song So we just moved on But it's so butter... I put it on here anyway So check it out, it's Kool Keith on some solo
don't give a damn about a broad I ain't gotta floss in the fast lane Ride right past lames, I'm in the ATL, flyin' down cascade Still gettin' money, ain't
your 6 feet deep Fuckin' with Lay is a game you shouldn't play Even myself I could die today I could lie, but hey it ain't worth it Shit, ain't none
know you don't want me to hit it yet But don't be actin' like it's a crime 'cause it ain't been committed yet But baby won't you let me get it what?
'na get me They won't quit they just won't quick They try'na stick me with some shit that I didn't commit Fuck tha police {mr. ivan} Ain't this a bitch
Fresh] How you figure you the nigga, to shut it down? What you mad convertible Jag cause I let it down? You know who I am, God damn You ain't skinniess
mouth homie Or step out of line, Cam betting the house on me You know I ain't stopping yet You know my album ain't done, it ain't dropping yet I'm in
hundred dollar bill ain't green I'm from north of the border, keep it in order Beats like the freak from the latin quarter Though I'm down with the t
, four brothers Man, ain't this enough? But yet I gots no hero But I got the 411 on the ghetto Tune into channel zero Tune into channel zero Tune into
hold up man watch me come down and do my thang watch me swang wide while my ride change colors it ain't a thang we twisten and grippin grain in love
dead. [Velma, Girls] They had it coming They had it coming They had it coming all along. I didn't do it/ She does not do it But if I'd done it (she
that, punk fool, you must be basin I make more sequels than my man Jason And when it's over, you'll be screamin and dreamin To be down with the winning
