can a nigga really chase? Where do you go after the applause After all the Soul Train and Grammy awards, after the tours After asking these whores what they after
with an extremely uneducated and barbaric frame of mind His raps displayed nothing but ridiculous jargon Shocking sexual audacity and repulsive images of the ghetto However, after
you gotta keep her wet Keys open doors so I gotta keep a set Everybody knows I'ma a lot of people's threats Biggie smalls in the flesh livin' life after
What's the matter with the song he's singing? Can't you tell that it's pretty lame? After listening to a couple albums well it all starts to sound
mind each place you go They can't believe you're in love with me I have always placed you far above me I just can't image that you love me And after
only you could see the tears In the world you left behind If only you could heal my heart Just one more time Even when I close my eyes There's an image
the ocean After waking from a nightmare. No moon no pale reflection. Black Mirror, Black Mirror Shot by a security camera You can't watch your own image
' a ice cream Knew you had freak in ya blood from the get go Yo you showed a nigga some love from the get go Cute too, so you ain't get caught in the image
know for slayin' pounds of herb Getting dough is a must, and it's the money making its Yo, the never faking its creating shit that's taking your hoe After
s cup of vodka, 4 cup of juice for sodium Money, money, sweet as the smell of magnolia It's get you down, but you spitting image of Appolonia Now how
Fake cool image should be over 'Cause I long for a feelin' of home Real life, depicted in song A loving memory after long Home is a place where I yearn
linens all the womens Grab your men 'ns freak like Richard Simmons No time to be timids Don't limit your image Get lucky bump at home at your cribbage
Hah, are you the guy that told the guy that I'm the guy that gave the guy a half a P; now the police is after me Askin me questions, tellin me shit you
s cause you whack! What?!? I ain't whack nigga I got some raps for all ya'll Nigga my raps fresh I'ma bust my raps first you can bust yours after
eat it too Son of a gun Son of a gun You're such a romantic hero The way you dress and look yourself over It's no wonder you would ponder that image
gotta have something that always rhymes Ya gotta have something in 4/4 time Ya gotta have something Gotta have something that rhymes Continue to dream after you're robbed of sleep Even though the images
and Second Verse If we all God's children then what's the word of the reverend worth Taught early that faith is blind like justice when you facin' time If we all made in God's image
