: Burn the books they've got too many names and psychoses All this incriminating evidence would surely haunt me If someone broke into my house Suits
: Push it out, fake a smile Avert disaster, just in time I need a drink, cause in a while Worthless answer from friends in mind It's dumb to ask, cool
I don't want nothing from anyone, ain't that much to take Wouldn't know the difference between a real blonde and a fake Feel like a prisoner in a world
you, you just sit around and ask for ashtrays, can't you reach? I see you kiss her on the cheek ev'rytime she gives a speech With her picture books of
, gotta do what I do...) [Speech 3:] Souljas, all places due to the gate. [? ] First and foremost, I would like to read to you out of the book of Babylon
mission Keep your distance from the flames, Maybe you can survive, forever and a day [Flesh] Hell yeah Got me flippin in the North Coast Remeber me, The crook who wrote the book
It About Your Lover You Let It Go In One Ear And Out The Other Now He Say She Say They Say I Heard If Be Fake We Cant Let It Get On Our Nerves She
to 10, you know what you got in your boombox banging, Unorthodoxed like boonDOCK SAINTS IS Take notes on how i stay dope, Upgrade the flow, and keep the fake
ll return with the status that I left Yeah this is a game and I play the reign of ref Cause I break rules, take fools for they money and they fake jewels
t got me a 52 inch Made backs turn Eating like a big dog I'm so full, I'm so good I'm so straight, you so fake I'm so real, im so hood [Verse 6: Fat
in big arenas, G&C Catch me in the spot with a guillotine [Chorus 2X: Ghostface Killah] In the back of the church, my book be the Book of Life Donated
by groupies Minkal monk stars, I come in cat, invades Mars Hallyed at a sanctuary, first dent placed upon entry Fainted when the book mentioned me Keep
'ma rhyme right Fuck the limelight, and a blind dyke I'm the sunlight, too bright to look When it's all said and done I should write the book You too
everything around me, kid I hit a 50'000 lick and never did no bid Cause I'm bent on a come-up and my shit stays tight How many fake gangsta rappers
you can't get up Why because you froze the moment we met up And I never run punk, I go head up I ain't no fool and new jack poppin fake rap I rap from
) I guessed them goals that we set in the day, they actually came to be. (yup yup) but now I'm lookin at a black white paper, and with a whole book of
do is hang with the zombie In the zone, break out with the Faygo, I'm coming home [Chorus (1x)] Home to the creatures, home to the crooks Home to the fools readin witchcraft books
: A little girl trapped in her knowledge and craft Came tripping to my room last night I cooked her a steak and I tried not to fake And still make everything
