your clothes To let me know: I'm not the only one in the picture; I'm not the only one in your picture. [musical break] Don't you make a sound. She
Remove your clothes To let me know: I'm not the only one in the picture; I'm not the only one in your picture. [musical break] Don't you make a sound
mixtape that shit sounded like a album Who'da thought a country wide tour'd be the outcome Labels want my name beside the X like Malcolm Everybody got a
1, 2, 1, 2 Yeah, y'all can hear me Make the drumming sound, yeah Let's ride, yeah, yeah Be clear, we here lights out Eat here, sleep here, my house Rhyme
I make a escape Don't even get a chance to grab my old school tape Mad with no music but happy 'cause I'm free And the streets to a player is the place
them niggas that ride for this shit You see me in a tunnel with my niggas on hit Fly to New York City, crack a Brooklyn bitch Light skinned nigga in
-T ] Yo, Yo, MC Ice on a Syndicate Rhyme spree You say you wanna be down, you gotta talk to me You wanna get in? Put a sucker's head out Sound a little
my eyes and drift away Tell me, tell me, tell me bedtime stories Tell me in a very special way Watching the night lights through the window Sounds of the city
a big city, they just dropped me off It's so much colder than I thought it would be So I tuck myself in and turn my night light on Wish I'd never grown
have a thing to say So you are the only light I see You are the only light I need When everybody else
Lighta! (lighter..lighter..lighter..) Lemme see ya... Lighta! (lighter..lighter..lighter..) Lemme see ya... Lighta! (lighter..lighter..lighter..) LEMME
need a rub Rub a dub, a dub, dub Rub a dub, a dub, a dub Me and my speakers Speakin' sub a sub sub Sub a sub, a sub a sub Sub a sub, a sub a sub You
occasion. Its called 'The Last Waltz.'" (Rick:) She stands on the banks of the mighty Mississippi Holding a lantern light Waitin' for a man who's a
a mixtape, that shit sounded like an album Who'd a thought a country-wide tour would be the outcome Labels want my name beside an X like Malcolm Everybody got a
might bother ya That's why I'm with Nadia, I call my gun Nadia When she say hi to ya, ba-ba-bye to ya Make it sound like Saudia Arabia, maybe ya haters
critics And fuck them billboard and the billboard status me kick it You fucked up for a while up outta the town but that was a trial Man and I don't
't goin' to respect that And you can sniff a snitch a mile away Fuck him in his ass and feed him dick, a pound a day Chorus 2x You a sellout nigga Bow
