some niggaz across town Keep my man to the ground, I gotta shut it down They pull up on my block, I'm in my little brown hooptie So they guess I want
of dynamite and not be dead (POP!) I like it cause it fuck with my head I stay weeded indeed, a killa need it I can eat it to feed it, proceed and keep
swell it ain't hard to tell I work spells or wicked like _ Put _ head first, the round bursts another victim [bizarre] Nah man the boy pick em, stick
too insecure and immature I was open, my heart got broken I shoulda' known that it was gonna be this way I let him in, now I'm burnin' I wish that we
way I can't deny this feeling's true I fell in love with you You want it all - and I want you everyday You want it all - but I don't know what to say
I'm used to getting pushed around. Spent half of highschool on the ground. I thought I'd never let that win. No, I admit I wanted in. My kaleidoscope
heart it's hit or miss i'll tell you this there's no way out 'cause without a doubt you will always want to be with me and i have no fear that
I'm in love But what I'm likely to say is, "I don't wanna play," "these games that you adore!" All my life I tried to ignore The way people, they wanted
, ferocious emotional osmosis I skip like the stone when I lake over a break I rip microphones and I take over the fake crews I wish I could sing like Smokey do But I
to rock it, wreckin' niggas need to stop it You get your style busted that's just what they get for comin' You want some? Yes, I know you want some
sore. (ow!) I'm raw, like uncut meat, That's why I'm in de hole, Dat why I flak it, I'm a treat - I'm deep. But my face looks sweet! Sweet enough to
kitten that the cats prefer. Ladies Step Aside Dynamites: The New Girl In Town Dynamite #1: has my guy on a string Dynamites
Your man Bill Danze back on the highway 9-5 way, do or die way Since were all gangstaed up we gonna do it my way Homicide way, grown wit a metal fist (
fashion Simmons name sinamous wit this cash It's our passion... what!? [Run] Yo basically I'm here to rename rap, it ain't rap no more Call it Simmons
history I just don't see peace that way it's all too much a mystery I just want to change and re-arrange, re-build and stack on it I don't want that
alone Like you do, I have to suffer, to find, find, find, find my way home Yeah I know I will survive, somehow I'll find a way Live or die I'll make
wah, wah x 3 And the real girls say I never play dumb to get what I want And always come out the one That's on top (Grazie a Chuck Dynamite per questo
it, wreckin niggas need to stop it You get your style busted that's just what they get for comin You want some?! Yes I know you want some of the TALENT