here Now there's nothing left We don't belong, we never have God's numbers cancel out I know you're gone, you couldn't stay Look down and light my way You say there's
boy Hot hot boy, number 1 hot boy Gizzle - ha, ha, ha hot boy Uh, hot boy, it's the return of the hot boy It's the return of the original hot boy hot
nothing you can say or do You ask the mind state, to do the bad You ain't said nothing bout cha whole fam Look at my shit, it's fucked up At least smell
christian they just practicing a ritual. That's why we should be missional. Hey, what you think I'm spit'n for? The united states is dying And in the east it's
Quik gonna show you niggas what it's like on this side The real side Now, on this ride there's gonna be some real mutha-fuckas and there's gonna be
I need you,I need you to hate So I can use you for your energy you know, its real shit, feel this! [Verse 1] America's got a thing for this gangsta's
They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates." And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head. Cop said, "Wait a minute, boys, this one's not
you can go to Brooklyn State Hospital You'll find God in the church of your choice You'll find Woody Guthrie in Brooklyn State Hospital And though it's
sick twist. The Ruger like a surgeon and it's on, exactly what I cut you with is sharper than a scalpel. Actually, it's too many Bone Thug clones and
, yeah. What's up lil mama? Listen to me. There's something about you, Something different to me. And I know there's plenty of fish in the sea, It's
they on point man, ch-check the stats first I've dropped 12 albums with at least 12 songs in the last 12 years Do the math right there That's 144, on
see clearly now yall ready know wat it is) Thank god for those days, thank god for thoese nights Though it might seem wrong thank god for that white
shit When the heat's on, you know I draw it I had his number down, Toney just called it [Outro: Ghostface Killah] Yeah, that's right I like to thank
: (feat. Trife Da God) [Intro: Ghostface Killah] Yeah... what's happpening New York City? It's ya boy Ghost in the muthafuckin' house tonight ("Don'
's hear the circle K" Ran inside and made the niggaz all pay It's like I hit the Lotto outside Colorado Brought it there for his wallet and my bottle That's
Wu-banger number 9, expert precision and design Mastermind the plan took a matter of time From the confinds of the cold world I shine It's amazin, the
that number up with the one I said before You are now lookin at one smart black boy Momma ain't raised no fool Put me anywhere on God's green earth, I
m caught up in these bad ways havin a bad day So now the game's ugly, and my pain's ugly And my chain's ugly, things became ugly, cuz I'm ugly ducklin