my niggas man, for life man I tell y'all niggas like I tell Busta man I love you nigga Real recognize real, I mean, game recognize game (Hiccups) You
wrong way Fuck sensitivity I get cruel when you're doing me Cause none of the rough stuff bitch stop pursuing me So true to the game, it's a name you
I give em jus a little then watch em fiend for more Yea they want more they hot and they want more They love the way I kick it they addicted to ya boy I'm ecstasy
City you been blown and shown pity, In secret, for pieces of change. The empress attracts you but oppression distracts you And it makes you feel violent and strange. Memory, ecstasy
den Shit, kenn' den Beton, brennende Tonn', flennende Honks, rennende Nonn'. ? Bronx Meine Bruder sind Krisenschuler, die schie?en wie im ? den du mit ? Kenn' kein Dues im Game
: (Paul Bliss/Phil Palmer) You bought me flowers and you sold me a line You gave me compliments and too much wine I've played that game I know all
See, I shut 'em up like they Papa Doc Cause I got more lines than a Stop & Shop On the day before thanksgiving yeah I drop a lot Of shit stealthy in the game
: (feat. Yung Joc) [Intro:] Bubble kush my medicine diabetes need excelling Gucci Mane need Ecstasy so bitches be scared of me I'm gone rock the Gucci
what? Yeah I did it like them sick white boys the court committed To the death of me, I'm spaz like I'm on Ecstasy Drop 100 bars for real like I'm lookin
folks Big Macs, fat folks, ecstasy capsules Presidential scandals, everybody MOVE Two words, Mos Def, K West, hot shit Calm down, get back, ghetto people, got this Game
got whatever you need I got ecstasy I got pounds of weed Money, hoes, tits and asses We got the goods and the bullshit passes We got whatever you need I got ecstasy
: Welcome to the Quarashi game here I am the no name yeah the same boy who doesn't need a frame. I'm surrounded by foes and anything goes so I gotta
little car, buy out the bar. [Q-Tip (Meda Leacock)] ("All in...") ...for the people who move wit' me. ("All in...") ...for the nights of ecstasy. ("
Grows out to be reality I can't reveal my pain My anger to the one I hate Breaking these rules of this morbid game See it as a relief of mind See it as
I got a homin device on life I get there, leave you with my strife, your strifes O. Trice the name, just came to the game That's why I'm twenty-something
: Armitage/Andersen/Guirey/Kamen I know that you've been cheating on me And i ain't gonna play your game You've done so many times before And your excuses
still knockin, +Pimp Juice+ still flowin 'Tics in the back, you can smell the chronic blowin I got girls all around, I got my Hef' game goin Baby girl
average, everybody jang-a-lang Nobody livin savage, e'rybody got change Even the paperboy deliver out the back of a Range It's not a game, it's a beautiful
