(feat. Kurupt) Good evening bitches I am on my business (yeah!) Yeah, I am on my business Good evening bitches I am on my business (yeah!) Yeah, I am
make you hurt yourself When you don't have dick you fingerfuck yourself That dick is an awful thing But you bulldagger bitches are fuckin' up the game Rubbin' belly to belly
Ain't there no one here that knows how I feel Good God Almighty THAT STUFF AIN'T REAL" No but that ain't yer game, it ain't even yer race You can't hear
bout you owe 'em I made not a dollar, you didn't sell nada Niggaz ain't even grateful that we let y'all ride You better be thankful we even let y'all
: It was the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse The stockings were hung by the chimney
am a Gremlin, And I rhyme, Never ending. Stay gettin' high, Got no time for descendin'. People give me praises any time I get mentioned Even though my skin's whiter than the belly
: ?Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse The stockings were hung by the chimney with
: Nothing I can do about it Maybe I won't even try Your will is determined to kill any Reason of mine I see you coming With that look in your eye You
: Uh Shits all good The deal got signed and my splits all good And these haters pretending that it's all good Say that shit in person man I wish ya'll
Lyrics by Bernie Taupin He wasn't famous but I sure did love him I've got his picture in a little frame He lost his life to a big disease before it even
come on get up on the floor Right now and grab someone (one) *1st verse* Now first of all I'm the boss I just wanna get that across Man even my Dentist
just baked cookies Mr. Officer, looky, take a whiff of these Here, I make Jesus juice, take a sip of this Nobody is safe from me, no not even me I don't even
: Although I don't really know how to handle you I will have nobody kicking no sand in your face Not even a trace of bland in you Teenage and it's a
: Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The stockings were hung by the chimney
and I think I see your fucking heart Uh huh so I'm stabbing like it ain't nothing Wicked clown cut his way out your belly button I'm like a vulture waiting
: (feat. SoulStice) [Intro: Killah Priest] Uh.. Black August Good Morning America It's Killah Priest back at ya I'm feelin' good tonight, uh-huh Priesthood
Vieja foto de lo existente Y si ha estado en la portada se me ha ido de la mente Soy bohemia de las letras Contemporaneo y sincero Y dentro de mi casa
