get you down, you can take it And if it hurts Don't let them see you cry, you can make it Hold your head up Hold your head up Hold your head up Hold your head
: I got a head, but ain't no screws in it. Roll up and get swoll up. Hold up. How ya gonna play me like a sunkin dunkin donut? I ain't came a long
done grown up, The bigger the nigga, the quicker get showed up, Lets swerve to the bird, Hit up a hold up, so many bodies done blown up, Nuts, bucks,
a big old (big old) Nightmare! Nigga this the slaughter stepping up I'll pretty much slap your ass and tell you to shut the fuck up After that I'll
that ol' Jig rhythm Here's a couple of jewels to help you get through your bid in prison A ribbon in the sky, keep your head high I, Young 'Vito, voice
see they way through it, not you. Can't step in my pants, can't walk in my shoes Bet everything you worth; you lose your tie and your shirt. [Eminem:
words Clue *inhale*...Duro *inhale*...Slim *inhale*...Meth *inhale*... Five *inhale*...Nine *inhale*...Hold up *inhale*...breath [Method Man] It's just...Mr
bed. Hello Mr. Art-Fag, come on out here. Say, what a hairdo. Its awfully big. As big as the.. the.. the Hindenburg and it will go up just as fast if
cracked open Cans of ass-beatin, plus on how I crash meetins and have your whole staff leavin half-breathin Got shit to hold my own, big bucks But Khop
wake up spirits They told me how to make big hits and spend digits Can you dig it? You fed, you dead, see red My lead, yo head, I fed Like you shit I
up with the g. l. o. c. (Freeze! There was a robbery and the nigger looked just like you. Now get out of the car with your hands up and legs spread.)
to help you get through your bid in prison A ribbon in the sky, keep your head high I, Young 'Vito, voice of the young people Mouthpiece for hustlers I'm back motherfuckers Your
My demeanor - thirty years my senior My childhood didn't mean much, only raisin green up Raisin my fingers to critics; raisin my head to the sky Big I
don't need a roof Act up, get out, I don't need you poof Poof, be gone, damn tough luck dag Dag, niggaz still doin puff puff pass Pull the truck up fast
methadone music that you can lean off "Made You Look," the remix with me up on it I copped your shit, now I break weed up on it And everything is real
the nineties y'all Look it up, hook it up, get the catalog We your favorite rappers, rappers, rappin dog [Verse 10: Mr. Do It All from Lords Of The
it slowly Brush up and let him hold me Let me spit some baloney Baby you could call me If you go down on me But you got to back up off me Wearing cubic
even worse You need all your toes & fingers to count up what I'm worth, trick So when I blow a smoke cloud in your face, just take a hint Dick, you crowding
