, I got a strong, rap shit You don't want contestant number 2, he's mad whack I walked into a barn and there he was Standin' up on a bucket, uh, tryin
better Look, fuck you, I got a strong rap shit you don't want He's mad whack, I walked into a bar and there he was Standing on a bucket tryin' to fuck
got a strong rap, shit You don't want contestent #2, he's mad wack. I walked into a bar, and there he was, Standing up on a bucket, uhh, tryin ta fuck
when there was a day one, there was a DJ Run and when you think of days way back, there was a Daryl Mac and before you had a ghetto blaster, there
to set everything a light this is your conformation to make everything alright fell this tension`s high keep me on the line till the effects start wearing
standing in line To purchase tickets to see her blow like Chicago wind And I'm ridin with Common looking for Chicago Zen And like Chicago winds, I was once a
that this is right no matter what they say Even though you on the grime Tryin to turn a dime into a dollar You never to busy to holler Askin bout my day
? I could see you bout it And that's just what I been waitin' on A down ass bitch Somebody gonna watch a nigga when he in a jam Start bussin' at them
all me buttons why the fuck must you stress me Nigga get a life, go on and find a wife Get the fuck out my face for I go and find a knife And you still
s the problems and the pressure that they can't see I'm tryin to make a quick flip Nigga, can you dig this? Shit is real, make a mill forever be that
A perfect ending still in line though it seems our time is running out Trace the call from you, we'll make this go away I never felt this day would come
just come in Mail. and one day you get that letter you've been waiting for forever. and everything it says is true. and then in the last line it says
X with OG at a Yankee game Dude, I made the Yankee hat more famous then a Yankee can You should know I bleed blue but I ain't a Crip though But I got a
Teach him to be cool but a little bit funky Got no credit, and I got no fear And I got about a buck, so I can buy a beer Gotta see a doctor 'bout the
When he looks in her eyes, he sees only the truth Tellin' him he's been livin' a lie Over and over like a line in a song About all the love he let pass
we had forever and A day we never thought would end this way With a million mornings left to come We never cared for losing one But it's half past my forever
A mister mister Karl Wolf in a Ghetto Love A mister mister Kardinal in a Ghetto Love A mister UGP in a Ghetto Love In a ghetta love, in a ghetta ghetta