Annie Whoa Would you kick a man while he?s down? Best time when he?s on, on the ground I would step on anybody if, if I thought it would make me, a
packing a fifth. And i'm ready for action, you acting the ish. and you talking that trash, s-smack to your lips. I don't give a fuck bout it, I'm packing
Bingo Help I see a Beatle, cool out that's only Ringo Missy sang a jangle as I commence to tango Ginuwine ridin on a Pony, put Monie in the Middle Check
the commands of the breaks" (breaks, breaks) [Outro: Scratched Run-D.M.C. Sample] "A stage, a crowd and two Rhymesayers" [x4] "Two Rhymesayers" "A stage, a crowd, a-a
cigarettes Philosophers plots to maul nations out of shock and awe Generation of ideas Children who won't talk at all Profits fall Chalk on walls Years spent on
that's right hittin easy street on mud tires [Brantley Gilbert:] I was brought up in a small town in North Georgia raised on southern baptist morals in a
a liking to psych I?m spiking you like a football been this way since I?ve stood a foot tall your?e a good catch with a sh-tty spouse pretty mouth and a
timeless (ha ha) {Chorus: Busta Rhymes} Not a problem my squad can't fix Cause we can do, it in the mix So when you niggaz talk trash, you can get a
on the machinery of war. If only a half of that was spent on the machinery of peace, There would be no more starvation on this planet. Yet governments
allowed to see the rhymes In a town near Kadam and Kakrak Jalalabad I pray in a hut constructed from Sago Palm I'ma take you for a walk thru a beautiful
just a ghetto superstar On parole, convicted felon known for 187's and 211's A young nigga down to do whatever First and fifteenth checks fix blowin
now they knowin how Bubba talk [Chorus: Bubba Sparxxx] Y'all don't know me a'tall I say the same thang but slower than y'all A little Southern charm
go Hey, it's Nynuk who stole the show So for all you party people who are in a state of shock We're The New Kids On The Block! Chillin' on the corner
my brother Baby mother fussin and cussin, I'm thinkin fuck her A bunch of other shit on my mind, deep in my grind Its more than just weed on my mind,
a Porsche, not a Pinto While Marshall's at a white trash party, I'm at drama central I walk up in there looking at my phone on twitter tweetin' I'm feelin
to kill Half a breath left on my death bed Screaming F that, yeah super ill Baby what the deal, we can chill Split a half a pill and a happy meal Fuck a