it safe don't let anyone come through And if you think there's nothing you can do Boy I'm glad I'm not in your shoes How can I tell you it's the
Make it safe don't let anyone come through And if you think there's nothing you can do Boy I'm glad I'm not in your shoes How can I tell you it's
a 360 nigga, 730 all the way dirty I got that burner on me now, you heard me Tasted the good life twice, rap and shooting dice Hell naw, I ain't put my head
Simmon's wife Now i'm thinkin' about bustin' in her twice Blonde color corn braids best customer in sight Alright Her body tight Too tough not to look Louy Vuitton shoes
by the gun if you aint droppin ya sword I got tattoos as well as lead marks To me fucking is kinda like racin and I always get a head start My opinion
The burners the gats man if you confused I'll send a nigga from my hood to put a hole in you I rock G Unit hats, hoodies and shoes Got "G Unit" tatted
life preserver I don't need no one to hose me down To hose me down Getting ready to break Getting ready to go Get your shoes off and shake Get your head
A bald wig for Jack the Ripper who sits At the head of the chamber of commerce Mama's in the fact'ry She ain't got no shoes Daddy's in the alley He's
need your organization, I've shined your shoes, I've moved your mountains and marked your cards But Eden is burning, either brace yourself for elimination
: Does he kiss your eyelids in the morning when you start to raise your head? And does he sing to you, incessantly, from the space between your bed and
: (Choose your own adventureeeeeee!) [tires screeching] [Intro: Classified] And now we head into the big city, Mic Boyd and white Mic with me We on
morning This maiden came to town Me have to blick a sound How she so cute And plus so sexy and so round Sunlight catch her skin and lord It good from head
It come to discipline man a Dean Nah Mean Mi tougher than a Hummer limousine Nah Mean We stepping we fresh and we clean Nah Mean I burn the stinkest
how you treated me? The shoe is on the other foot and now the blind can see You don't like how we left it Cause in the back of your head You regret things
pity ass rappers, that ain't shit with out make-up, wake up Gold diggin' bitches, the buck stops here The road to riches is closed for repair So if the shoe
pity ass rappers, that ain't shit with out make-up, wake up Gold diggin bitches, the buck stops here The road to riches is closed for repair So if the shoe
the Chef] Hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me I don't wanna here nuttin' Word Up, got to pay Yeah, Its like that right Blow his Back out, make his shoes work
