use the cig, the pump or the german luger I'll, I'll be the shooter [Verse Two: Lloyd Banks] Uh, it's been (Deeper than Rap), I eat, shit, go to sleep with my
ya! (yeeeeah!) I-I'll use the Sig, the pump or the German Luger! (uh!) [Lloyd Bank$:] Yeeah! Uh! It's been deeper than rap (uh!) I eat shit, go to sleep with my
lord Looking at death with the last of my breath Follow follow my kids but don't sin in my steps Yet the weapon is kept with the best of my secrets
you?re drowning me With your talk of full eat clovers You turn to rocks and no man To be the ambient harm But it?s bruising your karma Oh I wish my arms
hurt me Never thought I'd fall in love But I did I feel like somebody dropped a ton of bricks on my stomach (Now) I can't eat I can't sleep And it hurts
just pepper-sprayed 'em Yeah, for everytime you ride down the street, Or hide out, drive by, my house and beep Like now, motherfucker, try now to sleep
: [Introduction] Yeah... It's my life... My own words I guess... [Verse 1] Have you ever loved someone so much, you'd give an arm for? Not the expression
www.testimania.com/">Testi Canzoni</a> My dad came into my room holding his hat I knew he was leaving, he sat on my bed told me some facts,
on eBay Get word to the DJ, tell 'em Staten Island's In the house, put the record on replay [Ghostface Killah] Colorful kicks and my closet like Baskin
in and be eas' and uh So what, come on, now some of y'all people Might know me from my wallabies Pretty bitches got my number, y'all can dial me I stick
: Suicide. Maybe I could use the sleep. Depressing down, I'm slipping comatose deep. They call me a freak, Misfit #1 Now I want to live because My mission
ticket to Hawaii. Giving him an option to sleep on the streets, or sleep on the beach. So the bum excepts the ticket graciously. He said, my my my, what
would And you sitting there with a broken heart Cause I have you my body and not my heart Chorus When I'm holding you late at night I'm thinkin' bout my
wind Angels on my shoulders, head in the clouds No I'm not rapping I'm just thinking real loud My Karma's my armor, my charm and wit is like a leather
'll jack your money while you sleep in you car They got the karma they ain't getting too far Oh everybody Devil take your money My money's got no hold
and my back's to the wind Angels on my shoulders, head in the clouds No, I'm not rappin', I'm just thinkin' real loud My karma's my armor, my charm and
, Smoke so much green I can't open up my eyelids Wake up in London, Go to sleep on Atlanta time Still my paint got more candy then ya valentine For 5
Yeah It's my life In my own words I guess Have you ever loved someone so much, you'd give an arm for? Not the expression, no, literally give an arm for
