the oak tree approximately 3pm I will beat your ass cause now you??®e in high school Now you're in high school Oh how we love these high school days
the oak tree approximately 3pm I will beat your ass cause now you're in high school Now you're in high school Oh how we love these high school days
million nine Gimme 'dat, all 'dat, and all black, that's my atire A tru rider, gettin' higher off uptown fire Remember me, tha little G never died Took one
: [Intro:] [Excerpt from a porno movie of a woman being fucked] [Mr.Mixx] Yeah, bitch. I know you used to clown and talk shit in high school when we
But you know I can't pick it up 'Cause I'm not in love And I just with nobody(s?) trust She left her friends in high school She's thinking "why do I
was our nigga but you made it, so the choice is made Now we gotta slay you why you faded, in the younger days So full of pain while the weapons blaze Gettin so high off
They jump my automatic keep 'em weary While you fronting like you Billy Bad Ass Nigga you scary I been knowing you for years We was high school peers In Junior High
to these streets, somethin I learned in school, on some Million Man March shit for the piece/peace True that, only one life to lead, a fast life of greed
like you really bad-ass, nigga you scary I been knowin you for years, we was high school peers, in junior high I was itchin to kill, and you was, ready
can't even imagine, maybe Kim Kardashian Number one song and a Grammy, now I'm smashing Maserati crashing, swerving through the traffic Wrap it 'round a pole, sell a mil off
without fear Puttin' 5 karats in my baby girl's ears Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool Considered a fool 'cause I dropped out of high school
my niggas as I bless my forty O's I'm poppin' off the cap, I down my shit and act a fool You know we always brewed in the morning just for school And
last time was high school But this feeling I think he?s so cute I want to tell him so bad-but I can?t C.R.U.S.H. Yeah I got one really bad This is how
sweet sensi Di first time mi mek a draw was in elementary Reach high school lit di herb it plenty Like Sacre Dem though one nah lenky Mr. Spock neva empty
the laws [Nas - Verse 1] The Master of the Masses One has power The other one lacks it Guns are power Controlled by assets Owned by financial forecasters
help me with music have her ass jacked up In my vocal booth throw my mic doing backups She likes my old school Porshe She like my old school knowledge
