around your eyes. I'll wait for you tonight. These lonely nights are calling you as the stars are falling down around your eyes. I'll wait for you tonight (Thanks to Close To Home
gimme some of you, I give you some of me You look good, baby must taste heavenly I'm pretty sure that you got your own recipe So pick it up, pick it up
gimme some of you, I give you some of me You look good, baby, must taste heavenly I'm pretty sure that you got your own recipe So pick it up, pick it up
, nigga, raise up Safe to say them suckas wanna see me caged up That chapter's over, pass the mic, and set the stage up Throw yo' A's up, tell my P.O
Seymore the Wolf who was wearing his best pair of tennis shoes. The Wolf was closing in on the Duck. It was getting closer and closer and closer and
bomb I went to pick you up, you were lookin' so tough In your tight black mini skirt Your curves were jumpin' out, I had to close my mouth 'Cause baby you're a piece
't know any of these group's members names, so a blank line Denotes a change in vocalist.... Yo nod What's up b-lo? Hey man, niggaz tryin' to stir up
We walked up, stomped they asses and blew they buzz Mics get sandblasted Stab your abdomen with a hand crafted pocketknife and spill your antacid Sprayed your motherfuckin' crib up
m fucked up, like the relationship between Farrakhan and Jews I'm spankin this instrumental, like a wrinkly old bitch I'm whippin the kick and snare, make 'em pick
And going home half tight And so the nights rolled by like headlights Shining on a lonesome strip of tar I kept his word of kindness close to me Like a pick
you was I'm the reason why the Kansass streets got a buzz you was broken through the city not a block was listenin picked you up when you didn't have
muthafucka notice my production of these closed cascettes, fucked up get blasted since pre-school on some bad shit, your first and last pick, its kill
Cause I'm, all woman now, hear me roar Right now I'm 'bout to hit the door So I can parle', it's my day, 'bout to pick up my girls at the highway Gotta
you to try In my room, all alone Far from help, close to home Lying there, kill the light In the dark, realize I dare you to come any closer I dare
they Fuzz? We walked up, stomped they asses and blew they buzz Mics get sandblasted, stab your abdomen With a hand crafted pocketknife and spill your antacid Sprayed your motherfuckin' crib up
block writers My block's tighter, ante up and get your top fighters Got fired for jumpin' the counter with a mop stick Some bitch ran up screamin'
head up, sayin if Momma was alive she'd be so proud of us So she'd hide the desire to die But if you paid close attention you could see the sorrow in
feel so alone And in this way you will awake And then this way you will awake And this way you will awake Pick up the pieces you see before you Don
