Word to my mother nigga 50 fuckin Cent nigga G-Unit nigga We about to gorrilla this industry man Yall niggas better know Yall niggas better fear us nigga Word
Before they walk they knew the hood talk It's in the air of New York So everybody'll pick em up, kissin em up Treatin' them like they own, in dis hood
nowhere to go Freezin' 20 below, forced to join Bel Biv Devoe My little girl, she shouldn't listen to these lyrics That's why I glued her headphones to her
psycho, Mariah aint got shit on me when I retire I'll be spittin baby food on people a tent siege on ranch, huddled up next to her with Hello Kitty slippers on, humping her
answer she was dancing on the stage in her lingerie and I think I heard teh DJ call her Sauncerea body route around the pole on her hands and her knees
own dreams? Can you imagine new worlds and new Gods? Without a word she tells you to go A single tear kisses her cheek Spilling down but is it, For your own
alone Someday you'll find someone That you can call your own But till then ya better... Now you're clean And so discreet I won't say a word But
her stare but he no longer fights the torture of her voice so long forgotten, I am lost in her stare mad so clear as she extracts her painful toll a soul
me. Every night. And lighting all my days of sorrow. On my own. If there was any more to give. You know I'd sacrifice it for her. And in the prime
her welcome You gave me an eight-page letter front and back Written in your favorite colors, blood and black Choose your words as careful as you'd choose your own
keep your mouth shut right now Cuz ya'll don't know what y'all talking about This between me and her, that's my word, she just upset [Ghostface Killah
Verse 1: Big K.R.I.T] Yeah I remember it so clearly Rappin' to my pop about the cars and the clothes Shrimp and the lobster that I heard about Like word
in a casket like fuck it then Either get rich or die poor Nigga fell short and god damn, but he tried though I'm pretty sure my first words were "survival
s like this cuz the way we capitvatin' We put her in a situation where she debatin' If she gonna up and jump and leave her mate and Go promote for us
her freedom... just inside a day, And find her soul to find there fears are laid... Tried to make her love their own, They took her love... they left her
Still I always kind of missed her Since that last sad night I kissed her Broke her heart, lost my own Adios, mi cora sole Broke her heart, lost my own
doctor the very next day To see what kinda words he could say. He said it was a bad dream. I wouldn't worry 'bout it none, though, They were my own dreams
Saw what I had to have her The word out on her Is she so hard to get Independent she got her own And rather be left alone But when I see her I'm gonna