ain't easy for a boy named Sue Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean My fist got hard and my wits got keen I'd roam from town to town to hide my
A celebrity I'll never be I'm just a representative of my community In Tennessee we don't fuck around, buckle down Hold down this Southern town From H-town
it. Expand the plans seperate from the hatas (???) But if you ever in my town hit me up when you touch down. So many niggas been waitin to drop. Half of em talkin dirty
Oh shh Yo Jon-John this track is crazy You know how I do Brown town, Roc-A-Fella Where my ballers at? Where my thugs at? Where my fellows at? Where my
The Lac, Grippin The Grain, As Im Cruisin The Streets. (Cruisin The Streets Girl) It's 112 On The Dot, Your On The Phone Talkin Dirty To Me. (She Talkin Dirty
, I met this girl on Baltic Ave And you can tell how she steps on Boardwalk She was from Park Place I asked what she was doing on this side of town She
little girl in Knoxville a town we all know well and every Sunday evening out in her home I'd dwell we went to take an evening walk about a mile from town
little girl in Knoxville A town we all know well And every Sunday evening Out in her home I'd dwell We went to take an evening walk About a mile from town
Side step front step Back and turn Oh Amber, look at this motley crew! This town sure has gone downhill since I was crowned "Miss Baltimore Crabs" AMBER Oh Mother
't easy for a boy named 'Sue'. Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean, My fist got hard and my wits got keen. I'd roam from town to town to hide my
life ain't easy for a boy named Sue Well I grew up quick and I grew up mean My fist got hard and my wits got keen I roamed from town to town to hide
I'm kind of twisted off Tanqueray Never mind that to the East Coast we go Chi-Town, Chicago the land of the snow NYC New York, The Big Apple Every town
s a few niggas carros [unverified] that I get close to Any other I put a slug above their shoulder It ain't no secret I represent uptown soldiers Now I be gettin' down and dirty
's countin' But nothing compares To these blue and yellow purple pills Dirty Dozen, eighty of us Shady brothers, ladies love us That's why our baby mothers
's countin' But nothing compares To these blue and yellow purple pills Dirty Dozen, 80 of us Shady brothers, ladies love us That's why our baby mothers
, understand If he frontin, on any man down with the Clan I be comin, for that headpiece you can't cope For my brother, I even kill a Pope, word to mother
[Jean Grae] Ayo, i burn my bridges with a blow torch a rebel born from verbal holocaust dirty and never try to cleanse to get the drama off the swiftest