also a slob and you've got no class and you need a kick in your fat ass You fucking moron why don't you just go home and fuck yourself
re also a slob and you've got no class and you need a kick in your fat ass You fucking moron why don't you just go home and fuck yourself
em know now. Take it to the streets and let the pump, pump go "Pow! " Take my style, let me show you how I go wild. Now you playin' with a fully-grown
room, pullin' the cars out And the mirror pointin' at your reflection, killing yourself You american pie, stop feeling yourself! [Chorus] [Nas:] I woke up early on my born
Should you have to kill yourself, you don't miss To prevent a miss, you put a gun in your mouth And blow your fuckin' brains out Fuck your mommy, fuck
was a tree and a MC grew and became (Brooklyn!) Another rapper born in Queens, 9/6 the b-day Moms moved and born {?}, dad hit the freeway My young life
said was dope again? Ay, it ain't nobody fuckin with us, nobody fuckin with us Who you said was hot again? Ay ay, it ain't nobody fuckin with us, nobody
also a slob/ and you've got no class/and you need a kick in your fat ass/You fucking moron/ why don't you just go home and fuck yourself
having some deep thoughts when that L blowin' Niggas in jail know it when you do it Do it yourself and never tell no one You see them shells blowin'? I go
the ho is? I bet 'em a million bucks it's not us. Yeah, we might not get everybody. Somebody gon' get fucked [fucked], fucked [fucked] up. Flesh-n-
you never heard So fresh again with cusswords Motherfuckin' shit, fuckin' with me Fuck a skank bitch and a sucker MC All you bastards got the claps And fuck
ass room, pullin' the cars out and the mirror pointin' at your reflection, killing yourself you american pie, stop feeling yourself! chorus: [nas :] i woke up early on my born
again? Ay, it ain't nobody fuckin with us, nobody fuckin with us Who you said was hot again? Ay ay, it ain't nobody fuckin with us, nobody fuckin with
bang Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang Hot damn hoe, here we go again Pop shit like a cock, Lyte weight as your Rocks, bitch You talk slick, fuck
DJ Khaled] Sittin' on the top floor What you think I'm hot for Every summer drop more Hits to make my stock go (up) Them hands go (up) Them fans go (up
pace Can't explain it when I pick up my son and look at my face I'm like a black rose growin' in the concrete crack in the pavement There that voice go again
who is your releaser since 1969 was fine but 1999 will find us and make us climb to higher vines time go to chicago go to chicago go cause the levee
get right down to The nitty gritty The nitty gritty The nitty gritty The nitty gritty The nitty gritty The nitty gritty Let's get right down To the nitty gritty Born again
