red flannel why your rhymes sound like they was written for clear channel we used to drive to 50 states and hear 50 flows now every city knows sames
't it hurt, 'cause you really ain't a nigga, dog? Don't it hurt, 'cause you really ain't a nigga, dog? Don't it hurt, 'cause you really ain't a nigga,
City niggaz, M.I.C. RIDE WIT ME! The Southwest to, Grand River to Griswalden{? } State I ain't forgot about y'all niggaz Anybody else who I ain't say
out of line I'll be damned if I don't fight for my freedom and don't mind dyin Already got one foot in the grave, ain't shit for me to jump in Almost
ties It's like that to the day that our loved ones die Lookin up at the sky, "Please sun come shine" But all we see is dark days, ain't no sun rays Only
, since I began rhymin' Hell, we bring back the meat that rap lacks 'Cause like I said, we got sold down the river And I ain't for these racist wars
if you won't A lot of dudes saying that they can but they don't A lot of boys saying that they G's and they ain't Mess around, get layed down in the paint
the Fam, who you know do it better? Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight (BIG: YEAH!) So when you hear somethin, make sure you hear it right Don't
they time like a man We don't snitch we don't sing on the stand but y'all don't hear me What you know about that? Macs and cash nigga how you love that
us a bath You choose all I need in this world is Y O U and I'm cool Don't worry, girl, don't worry, yeah Don't worry, no, you ain't never got to worry
fly like a skydiver [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Jim Jones] You ain't seen money Until you seen me Two hundred twenty for Bentley GTC And the money ain't a
, if it wasn't on gospel, apostle or written in the Bible, then it go So when they tell the baby don't do something then I end up doing it anyway like, don't
Ain't no punk Trav, dyno, grant, kut Seven, john, george, monk All at the tittie bar Drinkin' and laughin' My homie b'zle Started this at bazooka's Booties clappin' Black, asian, white
Clever raps the comp can't be Creepin', seepin', through crevices hella beefing Thinking they can stop the heart of Kansas city But the heart of Kansas City
Hennessy and a lemon squeeze You niggaz finna be put on obituaries and white tees, that's misery Rome to Italy, ridin on chrome literally Yuk Godzilla, King Kong ain't
white chalk If you error out tha tip whatch your lip niggas pipes talk If you wasn't seen then you might walk Even if it ain't the time of day These
love my peanut butter and my caramel, girls (Twista's J P) I got love for my chocolate fe's and my redbones (Love those chocolate fe's) I still love
(Am I a sucker for love, a sucker for love) Baby I'll drink your bath water about a pint Think I'm ever gonna give your love away, uh-uh I ain't sayin