way I've heard that before You felt bad, you couldn't get a car And when you did you couldn't get far with it a flat tyre, I've heard it before But I
me either! ya think ya man hot well fuck it me ether...heard i got a guap wanna kick it like f.i.f.a., everyday christmas cause im smokin that reefa!
meat cleaver Pay me for my halfa Before I start chopping off heads like King Arthur People here are starting to hear you as the King of grime because you're the one person that
bendest way to end this I can feel the trim its tremendous in remembrance of September 11th flashback to September 7th when Tupac was murdered in Vegas he said that
I remember the thirty-five sweet goodbyes When you put me on the Wolverine up to Annandale It was still September when your daddy was quite surprised
and dreamcicles And a paint chipped change box Full of sticky quarters, dimes and nickles It was automatic when we heard that song Run home and get your money before
bend it And ended up dying the villain, not the hero Splendid, stupendous way to end this, I can feel the tremors tremendous In remembrance of September 11th Flashback to September 7th when
almost never rest I'm up before the sun is rising To keep my title as the champ in everything I'm often to be heard on the wire And my friends are the hippest that
to say But something I knew she had to hear She picked up a piece of flint Drew back her arm and flung it high Not a bad throw that cut my cheek
's stick together When hell tries to break the love, say a prayer Making it better In or out of, this is the way that we talk This is the way that we walk Baby war that
I've seen you, Looking over your shoulder, When we pass in the hall. And I heard you, You said that you told her, 'You like me most of all' But
before the day is done If I'm spendin' and bending, you should do it pendin' That day when you break out and finally get your cake But I don't let that
that two) [Velma Kelly] And all that jazz And all that jazz Slick your hair And wear your buckle shoes And all that Jazz I hear that Father Dip Is gonna
t even yo, fuck that I'm not fuckin' with this shit I'm not fuckin' with none of these niggas Red, white and blue thugs, now Uh That's how it's goin'
it, what you need to do is get back To reading credits, we them medics Alphabetically stuck on that English shit Knock it, knock it before we pour that
verge of going crazy and your heart's in pain No one can hear though you're screaming so loud You feel all alone in a faceless crowd Isn't it strange
when you let me know What's really going on below But now you never show that to me do ya But remember when I moved in you And the holy dove was moving
August to September, Prince is heavenly given it From center split, train of thoughts that's mad booty 'Cause you twisted and rudey don't mean everything's Groovy when you hear
