my own lines Love for my wordplay that's hard to find Sophomore, I aint scared, one of a kind All I do is contemplate ways to make your fans mine Eyes
Spit lines to split spines just to get mine Big behind bitches gettin' dick to spit shine Sniff lines of coke, that's the only shit that make you dope
stop it when it starts Its hard to know what makes us fall apart Scars jump at a chance to make a mark. ARRIVE ALIVE You try to make this last But your
they mouth sayin' she loved you. All on your dick, callin' your phone, spazzin' and shit. Havin' a fit until you feel like callin' it quits. Then she starts
audience loves me. And I love the audience and they love me for loving them. And I love them for loving me. And we jus to love each other. That's because
briefcase (the freebase) The sickness (the symptom) When the cameras start rollin' stay the fuck outta the picture pilgrim! The briefcase ( the freebase) The sickness ( the symptoms) When the cameras start
listen Mentor Oh, girl, you look so beautiful With that moonlight shining on you I wanna hold you I wanna touch you and squeeze you And love you all
a-team 'Cause they hop out of vans and spray things And life expectancy so low we making out wills at eight-teen Where how you get rid of guys who step out of line
t ever wanna see the light, but that a'ight cauze we still gon' shine/ Make money, take money/ T-H-U-G the Line! Original niggas you better believe it
tease him unmercifully. Cat disguised as the duck?s school photographer with a camera and tripod has his eye on Ugly, a fine specimen of a bird who would make
's "Little" Wayne It don't make me numb, so that's why I got a prenumb I do Starts off like a small-town marriage Lovely wife and life, baby carriage
It takes money to make money So I make green off of green like Stan Lee Smart shit I ain't got beef with no Joe Budden Y'all niggas gonna get these niggas killed tryin' to start
last song together Since 98 we been thru both good and bad weathers And regardless of the 5 mics and radio hits This whole lifestyle we living Now is making
lines Love for my wordplay that's hard to find Sophomore, I ain't scared, one of a kind All I do is contemplate ways to make your fans mine Eyes bloodshot
dragon Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon [Busts Rhymes] Nicki, how you gon' take my hot line and make it
A-Team cause they hop out of vans and spray things And life expectancy so low we making out wills at eight-teen Where how you get rid of guys who step out of line
dungeon dragon Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon [Busts Rhymes:] Nicki, how you gon' take my hot line and make
send Ahh, ooooh, ahhhh, like Boyz II Men I don't have a Benz-y shoes are walkin like Jimmy Make em say, "Yo ?uestion's demi," make em squeal like ? Man