can I try... I bought you some flowers but they died on the way I brought you dead flowers Guess that they feel the same So take these dead flowers Keep these dead flowers
nick name is banana throat Figure it out, I'm the one everybody here about, man you're just here for now So settle down, the rhythm is flow, you hear
that I know Never gave my play but heard me on the radio She wants to know what I've been doin' all the time You stupid bitch I know you heard I've been
of aces You can't beat the B.G. I went the race of races Solga box I lace it Yo' spots in the world i takes it Bulldog barrel I shakes it Cashmoney boy
messy like your drink when it spill I got that nat-urally legitimate dope being slung by the (??) coast to coast And it's so cold, I'm callin it wintery
I'm trying get through with it No matter who me try write me really can't deal with it No wonder why pain say love got to do with it Got so much love
is just, so if we don't seek Him dawg then we outta luck What good is it to gain the world and in the end lose ya soul? It's foolish bro, there's a loving
well I'm fresh like produce Suckas never bite my stuff when they competin' It's just too raw for them to think about eatin' If y'all ain't heard the word
trickling from your head You scared motherfucker you scared? I know you scared motherfucker you scared (When your heart's beating) Cause I can hear your heart
pain from a man like me, who goes against the grain Sometimes I do it in vain, so with a little bass and treble Hey Mister! It's time for me to explain
causin damage on our quest for cabbage They ask my style similar to cash we flaunt it Most wanted by the population murdered you for it Exploit your weakness revenge flow
the Underground Niggas get clowned when I come around Boom boom motherfucker and it don't stop Fuck a cop pass the glock and it won't stop If ya ready for my flow
nigga Most of these niggaz be bitches too but you'll never hear that side of the story So uhh, we finna do this shit like this It's like I tell my niggaz
a hit. Can I flip it? I may get wicked as I rip it. To get specific: If the shoe fits, then kick it. It's for the gifted. Pump your fist if you wit it
map with this mackin shit Time will tell if it's made well Well I raise hell and excel cause it pays well Jordan couldn't dunk it any harder, pump it
me call you out and have my niggas chalk it out (Verse 2 A-Mafia) You know I stay on the grind I ain't never late I handle mine when it's time I don
sealed Not even a shade in your heart will remain? Hear the tale, flying on the wings of fate, a poem unfolding we?ll never complete Frost Flower, can
