libs} [Common] My imagination roamed as I got in the chair Thinkin - when shit went down, I was I was there Fuckin with fam' - who you are, I don't care Have your
_Your Dick Is Playin Tricks On Ya_ So you pop fizz, what a relief, beef stroke it up My man, got your thing, in your hand, say, "I I think I can!!"
I erase like racism I'm as large as a bigot Groove is my escapism when I'm bubbly I just kick it What I need from you is understanding that I'm standing
and hit ya man squeez I blam blam the damn 9 Your girl is damn fine she damn mine on my damn time, Yeah All black i'm riding the fucking beat like your
I wander off hoping to catch my breath and hold it, mold my memories from untold scripts and roll up in a tornado twist, now I'm certain there's a pertinent reason I
other tired script I'm not gonna meet your mother anytime I just wanna rip your body over mine Please tell me why you think That's a crime I've forgotten
from some other tired script" I'm not gonna meet your mother anytime I just wanna grip your body over mine Please tell me why you think that's a crime I
become a killer, if properly scripted The first one's free, next time I'll be billin' ya Here go your prescription [x3] Take your prescription Don't let the pain getcha I
trick Let me hear this broken record again, just press repeat I can be your new favorite waste of time and you'll be mine All I want is your attention
I got I'm still, I'm still Jenny from the block Used to have a little, now I have a lot No matter where I go I know I came from, from the Bronx Don'
I know you're mad but uh I'm kinda glad 'cuz uh Look what you had and you still let it go away Baby, why shouldn't I be happy I lost what I thought was
Y T H I N G When I'm out on the road, going from show to show Told my homie Romeo, how much I missed you so I don?t know how much longer it will be I?m missing you, wantin' you and I
how to rock Wallabees and Clarks I think I found hip-hop dawg, she right here Listen up homey, it might help your career I'm goin' to the top 'cause I'm
uh on Got these slim pickin's on my Charles Dickens I pack a Mac To make your back stiffen flip the script I act different The eyeball keep your distance
York, New Jersey do car thefts I'm high, when I sag my two black guys I would be brief but my Karl kani's didn't dry I smoke the blunt for all you underground
people say I'm gon' keep rapping this way No matter what you may think I'm gon' keep doing my thing No matter what people say I'm gon' keep doing my
is me And I will never be set free As long as I'm a ghost that you can't see If I could read your mind, love What a tale your thoughts could tell Just