looking for a place to eat But my belly's so full With all these things I'm hoping for whores And I'm wishing my legs away Oh, I'm wishing my legs away
I earn a keep screaming "ghost" at my own face living proof of what they see (a road trodden black) coughing up lungs to show something's inside
We've got problem leaking pores, poorly written points with borrowed beliefs adding impact to our voice I am disheartened at the thought of your
I believe it's time for you to avert your eyes i've been looking ugly i've been feeling ugly decency and decorum gave way to the soaked sheets
This is what someone calls living pouring paperbacked prophecies into advice worth giving he says "someday" as if he's got the time i say "someday
Well you broke all of my mirrors but i sure as hell can smoke and it's all i've got to prove this isn't just an inside joke we've rhymed and reasoned
got my gun spouting ricocheted bullets from the tips of our tongues and this isn't conventional it's compressed warfare as arrows launch at made up
My future depends on this throwback rhythm my past depends on me telling tall tales of living what i've yet to live and what i'll never see i can
Dropping axles like hints from point b to point a. left broke down auto fingerprints down broke and drowned broadway. turning engines like heads
looking for a place to eat, but my belly's so full With all these things I'm hoping for, whores And I'm wishing my legs away Oh I'm wishing my legs
dip fenna make you crazy In the back of ma truck with the windows up That's the way I role baby We can do it all niqht then we can wake up make up and
wanna bring ya to the top and make your legs shake All night we can, till the bed breaks I wanna bring ya to the top and make your legs shake All night
menage me in the middle and your legs to the side [Lloyd Banks:] Shorty came over I told her I can mould her Turn her to a rider rub it with a roler Hold up
ova there She like; F**K THAT NIGGA... She drop it down to tha flo' I'm like Shawty u Can go She like; F**K THAT NIGGA... Shawty With me Cherry M3 Ps up
: (feat. Missy) [scratching:] DJ please, pick up your phone I'm on the request line [50 Cent:] G U-nit! [Missy:] This is a Missy Elliot one time exclusive
don't front You know about them Grapestreet Gangstas, G'd up Rollin that weed up Nigga get outta line, get shot stabbed jacked Hit with a bat or beat up