ll never be on It's just a hint Of better days we missed It's just a hint Of better days we missed It's just a hint Of better days we missed Dip into
A little can be a lot A little can stand you up A little can be alright A little is all you've got A toy has a soul maybe it can find a way back home
knock you out of your socks You make me crazy, crazy like a fox You've been doin' it all the time You know I love you, love you lots Crazy like a fox
a killer. This is my killing hand. May I shake yours? Tag Murderer! Give me a bear hug! Come to papa, you son of the devil. Murderer! Give me a bear
have we undone? We only wanted to be set free. Now Stab me in the face! I promise that I won't flinch! I'll lie here and take it like the man I'm not
let us in? You know we?re destroyers! Gardener, why did you let us in? When we are red-handed! There was that day were we chased Your fox through the
Verse Hey Hero, where did your friends go? Did they leave you like the melting snow did? You placed your bid but the auction was rigged And they left
your sweet madame makes it seem just like Belgium Just like Belgium Just like a hustler when they look attractive It's nothing more than a slap on the
stakes is high A brother needs space like a vacant lot I'm lookin forward to the future, Mase and The Lox And my little son Justin, touchin a knot You
Uh, feet first, preach give a speech I kick ya each verse Groove let the shit just spit now it's dirt Death pressin ya and ya like a hustler on the first
this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna [Busta Rhymes] Act a
a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna [Busta Rhymes] Act a fool you better
tellin' a white lie Neva sold no white and he ain't neva see a white pie Man, I swear to god I'm being followed by a white guy On ya boy man, I mean
years for a 459 I'm never going back, no matter what the crime Surrendering ain't me Fuck that, I'm holding court in the street G For a nigga like me
sign on the road so I never stop Can you catch me? Yeah, yeah, yeah You'll never catch me, ay, ay, ay I'm fresh out the box, fast like a fox Boss in
take a liking to Psych I'm spiking you like a football Been this way since I've stood a foot tall Your'e a good catch with a shitty spouse Pretty mouth and a
Rick Ross] I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car I got a chopper in the car I got a chopper in the car [Lil Wayne] Load up the choppers like
a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car I got a chopper in the car I got a chopper in the car Yeah, load up the choppers like it's December