pimped by the Haitian-Sicilians And I'll even, get you an ad in "The Source" You'll be the first rapper selling products for hair loss The W-Y-C-L-E-F
you bring me Where would I be without the love you give so freely I'd risk it all for you, there's nothing I won't do [VERSE 1:] I could search for two
I thought I loved you then, I know I love you now And I won't forget a single second of the time we spent Furthermore, I'll never be able to just replace
time for god, the odds if I'm a die rhyming Demolishing islands of thoughts Fought for Salomon's diamonds Sought god for guidance Osiris out the catacombs
and when I break you off a chip of this It I'll be like cocchie with syphilis on the clitoris Inconspicuous when I sylphis this explicit wickedness Come
