ain't got shit to do with it Bygones'll never be bygones so won't be finished swallowin' my wad I ain't finished blowin' it, nice bra Hope it'll fit
eel for the fuck of it, queen you know I'm lovin' it Dick, never suckin' it unless I see a buck in it You need the whip, cluck it kid, I'm furious Leavin
hons man tourin' ain't what it's all cranked up to be man It's a little different than you think man Yo so what is it really like baby} It's eight a.
our jams are wack but yours'll be tight But you never been near a studio in your life You see, disrespect is your last resort You're like Howard [Name], you never
, keep your mutha-fuckin' jokes 'Cuz, I'm that nigga with a fresh pair of locs, no yokes but smokes Crakers and them dirty mackers friends aren't jackers Get yah for your
Thanks to mart666@xxl.ee for these lyrics. Chorus: It's 99 players check your game Make sure them young boys respect your name Keep your heaters
a nigga that'll fuck you and tape you and show it to your face, boo Not behind your back And let you see how you gettin' murdered from the back If it
my crime team and feel stable With your betrayal, I place you in the field cradle I heard a thirty eight, it ain't hurt regurgitate Swerving in the irving
the flame, addressing the strange It's Wu-Tang Chorus: {Sampled Singer} Close your weary eyes and drift away, It's alright Close your weary eyes and drift away, It
my regrets I can't take back the words I never said Now we can say it ain't our fault if we never heard it But if we know better, then we probably deserve it
when you knee deep goin on wayside get up to your neck just like a great tie i finally got the windsor, like on my eighth try your shirts still soakin wet, your
'm Paid [Verse 1] Give a woman none (uh' uh') I already gave my brother some It's my sister's turn Ain't it funny how the fish do burn Wit ya boy, just
hear my name I hear the trash you're talking In your sleep The secrets that you're keeping A chick, this smart Did you really think that you could keep
your rent or your mortgage or the cocaine shortage or how many times you been distorted and I aint got a dime for the limo, for your prom, betta get it from your
Okay, I lost my mind, it's somewhere out there stranded I think you stand under me if you don't understand me Had my heart broken by this woman named
a drink I left your next clue by the sink It should be a box with your name, open it up, see what's inside Whatever it is, put it on and head to the bedroom
troops aligning Carried up to the burial mounds with gold It's a heavy [Incomprehensible] but your You rhythm makes it light and explode Like a violent star keeps