new game really got him He felt subconsciously that there was more involved He sensed it but he did not accept the consequences The ardor of of the game
payback for those who hated on me I hate when niggas claim they bangin? a gang You ain't no crip like snoop You ain't no blood like game See I?ve been
: (Niggas out there jelous cuz we be bailin' with Death Row They try to playa hate but they can't fade us tho' We be mobbin' through tha neigborhood
on deck. Hate the game, Not the player, Ma. And then she make me say... Whoa oh [repeated] You see my life's good, Where it ought to be. All I gotta do is spit game
named 'em Malcom X an Martin Luther I don't ever play but I'm in the game lady, They just loose to love, those are tennis games lady, Have you countin
play me, they use hailie as a Ukelele Whoops-e-dada fuckin' daisy, that's a no-no, even She knows that I's fucking crazy Fuckin' animal, cookoo for bananas
state The only emotion I displayed was hate From pigs with gats and kids that rapped Fuck a snitch, you can't blame me for an animal like that [Q-Unique
see I love that girl Could you believe even my shadow's jealous My skin is mad at my flesh, my flesh hates my own bones My brain hates my heart, my heart
motion picture and this is just a trailer My suits a perfect suit like it's tailored Fuck her like an animal I Nine Inch Nail her That's how I came into that game
never knew that you were the wanabe psycho Why you readin' to me from the bible (No) Get away from me motherfucker I hate you (Hate me) All the warning
smoke somethin' witcha Let me light this up Let me blow somethin' withca [Verse 1] Mr X to the Z dog, I had to do it Locked the game down like Martha
] Bitches Say They Love U But They Hate U, And They Say That Its All Apart Of Our Animal Nature, Son Just Watch Your Damn Behavior, Cuz Every Animal Has
She Said I Love You And They Hate Ya And They Just All Just Apart Of The Animal Nature Son Just Watch Your Damn Behavior Cuz Every Animal Has A Tamer
played the game, low lifers In a brawl, ripped the phones out the walls in Riker's Vipers in the infirmary rooms with slicers Shiesters with hate in their
"In the year 1982 a music was created. It was given the title: Gangsta Rap It had no positive messages, no redeeming value, hated and feared By the establishment
up the game will knock you flat but that ain't where it's at no no baby get straight while you got the time things that you hate they ain't worth a
yours, see I love that girl Could you believe even my shadow's jealous? My skin is mad at my flesh, my flesh hates my own bones My brain hates my heart
her I was the real nig' and she went for it First time I called her, shit, she ain?t even know how to throw it back Now she a animal, I got her sex game
