m number one looking like a fucking star Cut bitch camera off give me my umberella With my glass slippers like a fucking cinderella You wanna steal my
and sting like a bee Play dirty, break ya nose like Rodman did Pippen The minute you start trippin', I'll slip the banana clip in Play dirty, everything in life
Miley:(wiggling a worm) This stings Lilly: (reading a book) Of corse they stink they live in there own poop Miley: not the worms my life I cant believe
How dare you disturb my work"? Demon skull, red as Blood It's in the symbol on the wall, there's something deadly wrong I feel a sting in my eyes, as
master samurai style Chop your neck, some niggas funny style Check my war file, from Compton to Staten Isle I left my trademark, Ghost Dog after the gun bark Here's a book
cause' this might sting a bit Now, bring it back Yo, I gotta let my peeps know Success ain't rated by how much dough you hold Ha, huh, huh and it don't make sense To live your whole life
Wilt thou unkind thus reave me Of my heart, of my heart, And so leave me, and so leave me? Wilt thou unkind thus reave me Of my heart, of my heart
. Restart again. I need to see my dreams as I close my eyes. Remembering nothing and begging for light. All the trees, all the birds, and this thing called life
on another friend So when I'm sweatin on my farewell stage And wrote my last hook in my last rhyme book When I get my last line of approval from my family
call me Gab and I rap And I do my thing and swing it bring it In my hab-i-tat Where my vocals stinging even linger In the back of your neck Where you
thing out, let it go Always G'd out, blacked out, from my head to toe And it ain't a question that I be out to get the dough Call up my connect, get
butterfly and sting like Ali (Play Dirty) Break ya nose like Rodman did Pippen tha minute you start trippin I'll stick a bannana clip in ya (Play Dirty) Everything in life
one looking like a fucking star Cut bitch camera off give me my umberella With my glass slippers like a fucking cinderella You wanna steal my man shorty
ll niggaz, this ain't no Yo, Ghostface, my gold is fifty hundred, I want my money) NINE! EIGHT! SEVEN! SIX! FIVE! FOUR! THREE! TWO! ONE! I love you my
you shouldn't sting wish And one phone call and I'll extinquish, I mean this you seen this Blue steel fo-fo the caliber, Excalibur, Im'a destroy my next
nothin' ya got, It matters most in this circle of life, If ya find your reason for being here, If ya don't know, listen here, it's outlined in the book of life
