for Columbine] Them people, law enforcement, if you want to call them that were here and they were shaking in their shoes. They were physically shaking
wit the deuce let the 3 wheel Poyo gonna hop juice sittin sideways, boys in a daze on a Sunday nite I might brang me some mace, maybe OJ's hoes be goin
you curse? Now you're lying bout' your age and giving up fast They need to put you back in first you're moving too fast When you shake it, shake it, shake
the cusp of cancer? Going to get to know you better, what, no it's not a quiz You can trust me now, we'll dig a little deeper Let's trade numbers, let's
around, let the handle crack ya jaw East side, west side, I'll be in my Converse This a convict rapping, it's a con's verse Arm and Hammer mis-man, '
play this Scared shitless of dismissing clear channel playlists Poorly developed, yet highly advanced The black music intertwined with the white man's
(This one's goin' out to the strip joints Yo, meet me at Suzy's Rendez-vous For every Go-Go Bar I'ma send this one out to the gentlemen's clubs Magic
So let fam' keep talking You gonna need a +Weekend At Bernie's+ If you trying to see a +Dead Man Walking+ [Red Cafe:] I guess it's left to me, the popcorn
spinning, tippin' on fo-fo's My mouth be worth millions, something like Paul Wall's Ladies look out; they ain't thugs, they homo's The film look hyper
shit, you hole up in her crib and let her introduce you 'round town like her man Shake hands, make friends like it's all innocent then -- before they
Understand I get around, and can't be held down Fuck what I did last night, let's have fun now I want a brown dime piece, that can roll a sweet That's
(?) until she was a battered wife We slept and then I said what you waking me for? Her daughter's birthday it's too late to go to the store It's her
his life earned his stripes doin things he aint like Like igniting the fifth all night huggin the strip servin a pregnant bitch hard white He happy his mom's
Suckers never play this Scared shitless of dismissing clear channel playlists Poorly developed, yet highly advanced The black music intertwined with the white man's
do you live 'em? Or are you just usin 'em, confusin 'em and killin them Your touring is boring, your minimum ain't fulfillin them So let's start drillin
, mad gear plus the small white band Sweet Love, I want your pussy can I be your man? Stripped to the bare essentials let me fuck you if I can Sweet Love
, who hold the belt, now Plus who hold his self down, all with the same hand Now what's the game plan, let money change hand I'm still champ, and white