seems pretty stiff for a phone call. [Mama Morton] Over these work that we sent, he never lost a case for a female client yet. And a sweet little puss
name on my mind The only name that mattered so much Is the one whose words I've crushed There?s no use for this burnt out match A dozen puzzle pieces
, whassuper dude? Give me a pack of sunflower seeds And a box of larger size Magnum rubbers A generic lemon squeeze lime juice and a bottle of Goldschlager A
we indispensable We never fall, we stand tall Like skyscrapers and Justice For All We move on M.C's mechanically Strike nerve like Ghost Vs. a Canopy
. Miley: Daddy! There was a one and a million chance you were going to be a rockstar and that happened, there was a one in a million chance that i'd be
be Yourself while you're living. Live life live life now! To be like all the same Dammit, there's no use For you to have a name Sheep 1 & sheep 2 The
alone Such is the bitter taste Of my hopes about to fall There was a life to waste I see demons rising tall No use to run and hide No use to run and
when cocked with a beam It's a dirty game, but I gotta mash for mine Ain't no more waiting, I'm fin to take what's mine I'm a Guerilla Maab nigga, in
name on my mind. The only name, that mattered so much. Is the one whose words I crushed. There's no use for this burnt out match A dozen puzzle pieces fall
own self and go solo Versus for promo, oh no [Lil Ken] I'm a monster, up and cummin like dicks, no homo A lil' too gangsta for them flicks, no photos
we need for disaster For me the microphone master Look, I crash ya, bash ya skull Fucky with Mally G if you're trying to take a fall Niggaz talk about
say thanks for the privilege? Why should we accept servility as a bargain for dignity? Why should we passively accept death as a bargain for living?
engine off 'cause I'm wasting gas Tell them that I'm lost and I need a map Looking for a hotel to take a nap Freaknik, officer, I came for that It was
!" Whassuper dude? Give me a pack of sunflower seeds and a box of larger size Magnum rubbers A generic lemon squeeze lime juice and a bottle of Goldschlager A
pump by the big black trucks (Everlast: fools) You can't trust a soul in the City of Angels The strange ho's want a piece, look at these lame ho's I stain
up for what you lack? I'm just a cat searching for a clean lap To crash in a world hurting, waiting for they turn to take a nap Sorting through bills,
saying boy you know you gotta show' Em proof Gets your s*** crackin (crackin) We can't do it for ya (for ya) Makin a name for your south so ppl know