they mark He deserve a beating faster than a fat mans heart I play my part well respected Every minute every second You'll put a dent in your budget
punks, And kick his ass if he lay a hand on me. Since then I been known. Sometimes I think my own self stupid Cause I stay shootin' at marks, Get twisted
nowhere and shit You thinkin' you puttin' your shit in and you thinkin' You gettin' over, and doin' all this other shit But before you know it, your whole
floor is packed and all that Everything lookin' glory, I see asses I see glasses in the air, yo, put your hands in the air Come one, let me hear you
I flex my Bentley wings Damn, over your head, got a problem Keepin lyrics down to earth so normal niggas can solve em But the game's extreme so quit your
your TV Easily breezin watchin the speed dial climb Style of rhyme, left the foes miles behind Leavin skid marks on the charts Aimed at the hearts of
through your 4 runner My all-star team put up Jordan-like numbers Small wonder, get your welcome mats snatched up from under your cold feet, jacked your
, Kel's Young, M, X, tra, money, let's go [Chorus 2X: R. Kelly] + (Girl) Girl you know you got a body-adi-adi (do you like it?) Where you get your little
abomination of your pagan Gods Invisible & visual, injustice And all peace to all, we at war with St. Igor's We the law writers, so your law don't apply
' like Ditty Riding cross the hatas face mad, team gritty Honk your horn twice if your misses lookin' pretty Repeat chorus (Nelly:) Well if you run wit' your
your hands in the air (the monster) Everybody get your hands in the air (Queen Bee) Yo, get your hands in the air (it's ugly) Everybody get your hands
just might die in a hospital bed fightin for his life I'm prayin, standin over you Lookin at you hooked up to a machine, holdin your hand, sayin [Chorus
terrible blows. MME. THENARDIER You've got cash and a heart You could give us a bit of a start! We can prove, plain as ink Your bride's father is not
money or to come back to me Some days it ain't sunny but it ain't so hard Just breaks my heart When I try to provide and he say 'Mommy that ain't your
s Young, M, X, tra, money, let's go [Chorus 2X: R. Kelly] + (Girl) Girl you know you got a body-adi-adi (do you like it?) Where you get your little
blame ya for buggin Ain't I the dirt on your rug And just a place to wipe your shoes And give me all your thrown away lovin Back to my buzzin and druggin
, I flex my Bentley wings Damn, over your head, got a problem Keepin' lyrics down to earth so normal niggas can solve 'em But the game's extreme so quit your
