one eatin thus far sub-par muh'fuckers Naw even though y'all hate I love y'all muh'fuckers "Friend or Foe," y'all all my muh'fuckers If you haven't heard, I'm Michael Magic and Bird all
Yeah, check it Yo yeah I smoke weed now I don't give a fuck And I also tote guns in case my dram pop up It's crew love I spit two at every few thugs Fo
I saw the shit you drive You need to call MTV and tell 'em pimp your ride I'm tired hearing all y'all wimps wit all y'all lies Fake niggaz dissapear,
This that 2 Live Crew, I need a "Hoochie Mama" I'm just sickenin and gifted listen this Dip is the one Six minutes, spit it, shit it, dig it, I did it
I'ma get out on these cuts and grind, keep my mind on cloud twenty-nine my player ways keep me with plenty dimes, see I'ma shine like all six of my
blue eyes Light skin, twenty-six Status: negative In search of conversation Name withheld Just drop me a line, I will get back to you all right in my
's all in the lick I'll show you which end to burn, how to spot that trick All you need is the will to learn .. and some good trees to burn Relax, you
I can dance with Cindy, I can dance with Shaquita Cause I know I can, I shall, I will I feels I can, I felt I plays with a whole lotta mil's You ain'
older If you need to know, i'm a dynasty soldier Everytime I dance, I can't help but bounce (bounce,bounce,bounce,bounce) Ya feel me All I do is play
verse I did, with 2Pac and B.I.G., y'all This is just a few of them things that I ("got to have") damn right I got have V.S. cuts, a jet plus, a marijuana
the stars and the moons collapse When I raise my trigga finga all yall niggaz hit the decks! Cause aint no need for that, hustlers and hardcores Raw to
in all the facts Yo, I know niggas like you cuz I meet 'em all the time And I greet 'em with the 9 if they ever keep what's mine If I lose I get loc,
hot With blue troops in blue suits, they can't make us stop And I'll continue to rock In ways that I'll cut 'em raw And we ain't takin' violations
air forces [Chorus] Don't care how many shoes I get, when all else fails dem the shoes I pick And I walk like so I don't bruise my kicks I got alot but
tracks Anything with wheels, playa I drove that Y'all, six, Swizz, and Busta back I be hearing that I'm drugged out Because I be bangin them beats like
black jerseys Pull-out the black Denali when I'm ridin with my dirties Six six six, that's the mark of the beast I love God nigga - and I'm reppin the
a 40 gig Apple I-Pod, I'm God, all bets I'm down like the rest I'm wild, yes Plus I'm a teacher, niggaz play hard But I'm way harder cuz I can keep it
Lord I cry, I cry From the things that I've seen That I've seen And Lord I cry, I cry From the things I've seen, ooh If you only knew the things I've