and prove, ask my blitz Stood up late nights, build with my a-lias We can pull a heist, snatch ice, or rock mics But this rap shit, got me wanna clack
showing them how to stunt G Candy and paper plates, it looks like I got the munchies It's so ironic they couch got money in it But y'all always on the
in the closet Waiting for you fuckers to come dip in my shit Nonsense, the weak could never stop the thorough Bitch niggas suspect, I call them boys gossip
me 'Cuz she heard about all tha days I was thuggin' But now she know that it ain't nothin' but gossip You know they jealous, you could tell how they watch us And ma, all
I'm about to take the next quick exit and end this head trip My bed is stripped of its blankets, comforters, pillows and sheets, but I might have to peel off all
got no clue Ain't comin' in hot, you got, you definitely got so rude Boy, actin' coy but you got nuts like Almond Joy, I tell ya This is a tribute No
stops With no desire to hop it How did we end up in your apartment Pocket full of gossip says this ain't smart When it's all said and done, can't get
with Brittany? ?No way, who'd you hear that from?? ?I hear it from Brian who hear it from Kip Who heard it from Sarah, who got it from Brittany?} {?Wait
Aw man, can I get a raw beat? Y'all ready, y'all ready For the main man The Lloyd Banks Guess who's the man this winter, straight out the land of sinners
's gossip) I believe (It's all lies) Said she saw (With her own eyes) I don't know what to believe What up dog? (What's poppin'?) I got some bad news
You didnt think me and El was comin like this Def Jux Motherfucker and we run this shit Got you all up on your keyboard stunnin and shit Oh you got a
's common gossip everywhere That you and I have got it bad for fair You're my girl, I've chosen you To be mine my whole life through And if this heart
grip. i'm about to take the next quick exit and end this head trip. my bed's stripped of its blankets, comforters, pillows and sheets, but i might have to peel off all
to talk what you know And stop talking bout who I'm sticking and licking just mad it ain't yours I know y'all poor y'all broke, y'all job just hanging
, This time we all piece and make more (What!) The more what! we get downtown we passing though when some drunk steps up and Takes it gossip and some
you on the phone I got some bad news I seen your girl at the park Chillin on the deelow with this dude named mark Now I ain't one to gossip and I know
parle If we had this shit our way We be standing here all day But look the principal's coming, give pounds then we all escape. All late to class with