[XV] Could someone tell me who this is all for and why I'm on the mirrors edge running on walls for? 20 biddies, one of Vizzy, this sh-t is uncalled for
luckily Jeff pulled up I told him what had happened someone's stolen my car I said, "Come on Jeff, let's get him he can't be far" We rode around for about 20 minutes
'm Crack, beyotch The same dude that made you lean back And had that nigga Mase spittin' that gangsta shit Can't wait 'til my nigga Shyne come home Six minutes, six minutes
[TOM:] Run, whirlwind run Further and further away Into the sun In, 20 minutes Everyone will remember you when you're gone And your heart, is a stone
I don't play the crook, you ain't gonna have shit on your books Look, gimme a minute, I'll chill in a minute, I promise I will As soon as I finished
check one. Put on a show, but it weren't my best one. Left it, dropped off Blacks at his destination, Then I was off to the next one, 20 minutes later
for 4 minutes or more Without breaks, without mistakes, without flaws I got millions of styles and I mastered'em all A metaphor matador fast enough to make the bullcharge and crash
bright screaming gang Johnny drum machine peeps, leaving trailing gaps Putting face cream on between the breaks and tracks I needed to stop this, draw the last of my ways 20 minutes
sneeze And I'll kick you out the door, if for just one minute you lie And they'll come crashing through the wall And leaving your crawling till the minute
TOM: Run, whirlwind run Further and further away Into the sun In, 20 minutes Everyone will remember you when you?re gone And your heart, is a stone Buried
Along came the FFV, the swiftest on the line Running o'er the C&O road just 20 minutes behind Running into Seville headquarters on the line Receiving
[xV:] Could someone tell me who this is all for And why I'm on the mirrors edge running on walls for? 20 biddies, one of Vizzy, this shit is uncalled
'm Crack BEYOTCH The same dude that made you "Lean Back" And had that nigga Ma$e spittin that gangsta shit Can't wait 'til my nigga Shyne come home Six minutes, six minutes
Killaz reflect the destiny of the village So when 20 count regrets float down futility spillage See I'll pass the broken arrow this time for certain Yea
street shit And if I don't play the crook, you ain't gonna have shit on your books Look, gimme a minute, I'll chill in a minute I promise I will As soon
through the ally Where these niggas can't score me And max me a building attack me Headin' straight for Kennedy, they can't catch me There 20 minutes
beef like a steak knife? Don't stay up late I'm a be home when I'm finished I gotta drop my people off at the airport in a minute This is business; you
