they should Lies, all you ever tell are lies Lies, all you ever tell are lies Mass deception Distorting truth Your people live in lies that come from
rewind to the top But legally I gotta show love Call me A, B and C, the answers D All of the above I attack the microphone like Jack Ripper Real for stacks
industry minds Who never had the time Now kids press rewind to the top But legally I gotta show love Call me A, B and C, answers D All of the above I
hatin' would stop, but the rumors are passin' still Sounds like that busta that plugged mo holes than mass appeal You need to stop, hatin' on The C N O T E, D
off! Get out! Hahahaha! Yeah yeah D A P's to the Y Tulisa and Faze Jack shack, fat jack The whole gang Maiz, three ash, three C, 3D J-B's J-B's yeah
when I was younger Now I'm much older, lyrical clap MC's If you don't know by now, let me aquaint you with my steez (C'mon) I don't get on stage and
it's lies Truth to the youth is necessary Important? Damn, I'd say very March, hut, one, hut, two C'mon, march, hut, three, hut, four I'd say just educate
cousin's hit the 'pike I read it in the, went it's circle C-low Now all the niggaz hating C-know As we move on the D E low For our fam in jail, no stars
bags coming back are filled with gallons of clout To spill out, to shake-up, break up, now blow up Has entered the minds in washington d.c., tell me Is
paper? My mo-sci-no, my ver-sa-ce hottie Come to find out, you was everybody You knew about me, the fake ID Cases in Virginia, body in D.C Woe, oh is
We learnin these hoes biology, and obviously, well... Mmm, ain't this some shit, pull up in the c-a D-i, double-l, with ah a-c, a-c hoes They peep
on fire, and the children are alone Chorus Hypnotized by the lies of a true believer You gave me a crash course in my A.B.C. - 'ya's I should've
Background voices: A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P, Q, R, S, T, U, V, W, X, Y, Z! Alphabet jungle Alphabet jungle Alphabet jungle Let me
figure route Aye yo, Chad papa, where that cranberry and vodka Let's get flicks, spit on the niggas like this From Y-O to B-X y'all niggas straight C.
shot by his little brother in the front lawn So he inherits the land, comes up with a master plan Put Cuba out of B.I., he hands me a C.I. I got a half
can't see Spendin' your money, givin' the credit To a fat man comin' down your chimney (C'mon) I just can't see it, it's like TV tellin' lies to your
hits A nine to five it's a job to survive F--k the lies and connives and all them company bribes I'm Family Ties for my seeds I'd die I want the whole
His letter came this morning C.O.D. Says he?s found somebody who reminds him of me He says he needs some space that might be the case He wasn?t even man
