no-talent fools That run around gallant And make all rules for the ones that got talent And it ain't in the ones that ain't got any talent but think they
Learn a lesson from these bro's Playin the game it's heavy heatin up and down that road [Layzie Bone:] They say the boy got talent but he can't catch
windowsill And, anyhow you no pay di bill Well, dem could a find you a sligoville You better mind how you use your talent and skill Till you hear man
'm just hopin that they make up. I've perfected my craft using [? ]. Tryna make some cheese off a single is a process. GET IT? ! Craft. single. cheese. process. Sit back and admire the talent
before I memorized the number chart In the cold, the block was hot before the summer start And I was lookin up to Chris Bud and Black Bill And Curtis
named Pig Nugent. Earned his Masters Degree, from Harvard College. Built his house from his architect knowledge. A tri-level mansion, Hollywood Hills. Daddy's rock stardom, paid for the bills
phone calls aren't enough It's not enough, it's never enough Move to LA, got no talent Not even like you won a Miss Teen pageant Daddy pays your bills
I make so much sence Hell bent, and I'm whisky bound Is there anything wacker than the wicked clown (no) Some people just don't get it They got no talent
: Dollar bill dollarbills nemm ich als klopapier ich bin so reich meine scheisse heisst (Kot) cote dazur du hoe verlierst gegen jeremy den bauern krieg
But what about Grindhouse and Kill Bill? What about Cheney and Halliburton? (Halliburton?) The backdoor deals On oil fields How's NaS the most violent person? Ya'll don't know talent
hoe in America Why don't you take the weight off my back every now and then why don't you pay a bill 30 damn dollars, the cable bill ain't but 30 damn
gepisst, zur Arbeit, Mit ?nem grimmigen Gesicht und denken: ?Fick die Arbeit!?, Und kommen jeden Tag zu spat zur Arbeit, Doch auch Bill Gates steht morgens
to back, shakin' our bum bums Picture us in the war, back to back shakin' off dum-dums In YO, that's where I come from My talents official, act up, the
: Look, where I go from here? Just lost my father last year But I still, remain to keep it real like dollar bills I drop tears, can't believe my daddy
get busy, like a bee, check me, R-A-V-E-N Symone rocks microphones like cradles Gettin dough over the table I'm STILL young But my compitition is STILL run I'm comin' at you with talent
Ill Baby, what the deal, we can chill Split half a pill and a happy meal, fuck a stank slut I cut my toes off and step on the receipt before I foot the bill
tellin' them is sacrifice they souls You really listenin'? Learn a lesson from these bros Playin' the game it's heavy Heatin' up and down that road They say the boy got talent
