children say ?hey hey hey what about me?? When you?re done school you say ?hey hey what about me?? When you?re married you say ?hey hey what about me?? Well what about
an old melody Spanish eyes and soft brown curls My love, my love, come to me I believe I'm in the power of Saint Lazarus And he holds me in his sight
this and that when half y'all punks don't even know me On blocks where your punk ass still bustin off slingshots Talkin shit about me when I'm
Who's wakin' me so violently and why's he on top of me? "He's rapin' me", she tries to scream "Somebody please get him off me" He's tapin' me, he's
a umbrella Ow, so fly, elevated Everything Louie Vuittan Taylor made it In about a year You look hella good on me Its our anniversary Tony Toni Tone (What
description of her "silver umbrella the most beautiful you had ever seen" you can't ever leave me because part of me goes with you and part of you stays with me
about fuckin' bitches and getting head. Instead I rap about fuckin' bitches and getting heads. While you niggas stacking bread, I could stack a couple dead, Bodies, makin' red
pale, naked girl what she did down on the floor. The answer she gave me at the time, made no sense: "Take your eyes off me while I inject my indifference
Twain Singing a song about what true men don't do Killing another creature that's kind of blue Writing about the world of the wild coyote Goodman Truman Copote Talking about
know how he do it, one take. And he said [Jay-Z:] "check this out, tell me what you think of this, right here" "tell me what you think of this." And I
the mick I still dont know what face to pick I'm messing about, talk to me I'll be on MSN about quarter to 3 It's Jamie, ad my Hotmail Girls on MSN think
Y'all know who it is (NEW MONEY!) It's me bitches! Back up on the scene is the microphone fiend Fuck keepin' it clean, I'm keepin' it real green WARNING
and dimes and I got hella clips [Kutt:] Shit and I got hella spit hit from a fast repitition About an automatic rap and I handle the bidness Give me a
some time for beats and rhymes They would talk a whole lot about this and that Which reminds me, how the broke stick in fact(????) Got her daddy thinking what
bustin off slingshots Talkin shit about me when I'm drivin by slowly Sayin I'm this and that when half y'all punks don't even know me Now just for that
murderers And young enough to get the fucking priest to come and flirt with us You niggas rap about fucking bitches and getting head Instead I rap about
sample (Raekwon) {Ghostface Killah}] What you think I'm a fucking worm like you? I told you, man, I told you, don't fuck with me I told you, no fucking
an old melody Spanish eyes and soft brown curls My love, my love Come to me. I believe I'm in the power of Saint Lazarus. And he holds me in his sight
