watchin but you ain't seein what lies before you, beatch Picture if you will seven deadly human beings blessed with the gift of speech, the power to
would be the lick and we'd be next to shine. And we got everybody screamin' and singin' but these out-of-shape suckas need exercise! So I'm a get up in
: I got a friend who loves the music He got a red hot groove But he don't use it I get so afraid, he's gonna lose it If you gotta gift - man, don't abuse
my arch enemies Sacrifice like a Partridge Calico cartridges are a God's gift during beef With 15 cats where 16 caps wouldn't do it I need at least 150
day you?re down Seems like a kingdom but there is no crown Today you are in, tomorrow you?re out There?s no need to cry, there?s no need to shout
would still have money And if it wasn't for money Nick would still have Skummy So, guess it's kinda like a gift and a curse To jip money is easier than
eatin pussy to eatin commissary Damn I am? the sickest I need therapy You can buy the answers but you cant afford to question me First off I dont need
to a hole in the wall [?] these n-ggas expensive If I need to loan you money every time I see you just to be your friend? I don't need your friendship
School kids I pull side full grips When I drive like this {screech} With a slipped disk From a Limp Bizkit diss I just missed the gift list for Christmas gifts
: [Talking continues from Detroit 101] Heh, see, it's a conspiracy, see y'all, y'all killed my man and now they tryin' to kill me. They think I can't
kno your hurting) it kills me, just to kno your sad (and it kills me, it kills me) and im ready to love you your all i need (your all i need) your more
quick and brief Alls I need for Christmas is my two front teeth I got my teeth, kicked out my mouth I need a few new ones could you help me out Should
eh ay, eh ay, eh ay, eh ay ayy Kickin' in gifts to the trickers and treaters Kill a?em with kindness and gifts for the needy Brinkman and Lloyd's
you stare at the intruder. Then after a few minutes you realize he ain't moving. So finally you let 'em hang and turn on the light and the killer turns
for combat A good nigga, you don't leave tracks A hood nigga wantin G-stacks, do what you gotta do to get that You feel you need that, where the jooks
it Imma Kill'em in this to the haters I gotta send'em A gift Bump this in your ride or in the club Giving everybody what they need I give it all So
the crilla for realla is my right Get the women up and flip it then stick it, it's my night Everybody lookin' at me like I'm a killer, but never lookin
: (feat. C-Mac, 6 Shot, Miss T) [T-Rock] Now give the skrilla to the mack puffing killer green in this trilla scene I got ho's who commit more sins
