jumping like a monkey I'm so crazy, I'll do any trick for you Baby, you've got me jumping like a monkey I'm so crazy, I'll do any trick for you Doctor
me, prepare any day for me (why?) Cause when they come for me they find a struggler To the death I take the breath from your jugular The trick is to never
I lost my heart but you are cold as ice Rap 1: Lies - nothing bad for you Just another pair of shoes you gonna get through To - get a better plan any
than breathing they said Any escape route they used to escape out When things got crazy They needed to break out They head to any place with stairs Any
For another death, so breathe ya last breath I'm a psychopath, crazy motha fucker laugh At a funeral, tell me do ya know Any other brother, any other
Acknowledged him In reflective glare I don't quite understand Why any of this Is who I am I'm damned cause I doubt It's part of me Trick of the mind
the way I grab the microphone And execute Iahps think I'm cute (Bootie Brown) (Say what?) Yo man, I pay them no attention I stay deep into the cut 'Cause I leave the tricks
me to go i spent my whole life on this KC street the PASEO where the real stay and the fake sees heat gangstas lay low, get the queso and everyday breathe
any promises that I broke Family Can I be Forgiven For all the liquor and weed That I smoke When I succeed will I cope Will I still breathe Without both
Yahhh, Yahhh, Trick And your friend, Yahhh, Yahhh Too!) Ain't got time for chitchat I'm tryin to get this money So get up out my face You shit-breath
price, for just a slice of your pie [FANTINE] I don't want you. No, no, m'sieur, let me go. [BAMATABOIS] Is this a trick? I won't pay more! [FANTINE
share of rabbis in the past But most of 'em were nudniks and none of 'em would last But our new guy's real kosher, I think he'll do the trick I tell ya
Lady's choice, the golden voice still peppered Better, respect it, bitch believe I pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves I air out the showroom, the shit can breathe
things you'de say and looks you made you're not the queen of hearts you're the queen of spades and you'de take my breath away any day that way so anyway
Yahhh, Yahhh, Trick) (And your friend, Yahhh, Yahhh Too!) Ain't got time for chitchat I'm tryin to get this money So get up out my face You shit-breath
death By your cruel lies You deserve all this You betrayed me With your final breath You will still despise Every tear or kiss You betrayed me I shall not be tricked
yours She a straggler, struggler, straight salome smuggler Everytime I see the bitch, she's looking uglier And if you got a trick ass on your left Sitting there with dick on her breath
fuck y'all thought nigga y'all'll get bought bitch Street orientated; y'all motherfuckers hate it Learn how to flow stop bein' mad y'all bitches Trick, trick
