I hate when you say, I don't blow you away, I can't break through that way Our friends told us We wouldn't last for the week I guess they think that
You don't even know who I am Don't think I wanna know you I'm tired of running after you I won't say it started cause Cos' I don't need you I've given
I hate when you say, I Don't blow you away, I can't break through that way Our Friends told us We wouldn't last for the week I guess they think that
I can't break thru' that way Our friends told us We wouldn't last for the week I guess they think that I'm a freak They hated my blue streak I can't
baby? The one on your mind Can we creep when everybody sleepin and find ourselves 'tween satin sheets intertwined Can I touch you baby? Is that aight witchu? Can
hero (uh huh) I'ma break 'fore I lay on the floor buried besides, every rapper ain't a star, and every plaid ain't Burberry (uh huh) You can't tame Lloyd
something that you live to regret Or feel the heat so bad, baby Yo, yo, yo, yo I be that nigga that you can't see Breaking shit down in all actuality
58; Ice-T) Yeah, Ice-T nigga, El sadiq nigga You niggas really don't wanna get down Talk a lot of shit but you don't wanna get down JEL - Rhyme Poetic
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our connections in Texas, Miami, New York, Chicago Detroit, and soldiers on the street willing to die I can't put any cut on the product, I just can't
Nineteen, I got a fifty thousand dollar car Go to school, I ain't goin' for it Kiss my ass, bust the cap on the Moet 'Cause I don't wanna hear that crap
2: Hen-Gee ] Impressionalist, not a ventriloquist Don't hang out with suckers worth less than piss Suckers can all come kiss the tip Of my knob when I aim I don't
'em hate from every angle, they intimidated, ain't I I'ma beast, they don't like to see me walking outta prison I ain't trippin', I don't owe 'em nothing
by pavement Nikki Bond, Donna Her'on, courageous, the payment Many attempts but couldn't save 'im Blood got my shirt stainin, fuck these pussy-ass rap cats Can't
running, running And running, running And running, running And- In this context there?s no disrespect So when I bust my rhyme you break your necks We
because I'm all about value Bert Kaempfert's got the mad hits You try to match wits You try to hold me but I bust through Gonna make a break and take