In the summer clouds I see your face Everywhere I go you follow me home And when I want to sleep I just can't do it Everywhere I go you follow me
Verse Three: 2Pac Lately been reminiscin bout Peppermint Schnapps in Junior High hit the block Keep an eye on the cops while D-Boys slang rocks It's the project kid
La la I kiss you on a good day Hey little beetle Sliding in my bath When you flip on your back You really make me laugh I used to kill worms when I was a kid Like Mr. Mclaren, someday I'll kill
, Ca$his (I ain't goin nowhere) Stat Quo, Bobby Creekwater (O. Trice) WHAT! [Obie Trice] Niggaz didn't kill me, now a nigga's gone (yeah) Can't, peel
old niece No one, no one's iller than me It's Bizarre Kid straight from the 313 No one, no one is iller than me It's Bizarre Kid straight from the 313
bill Do you got what it take for you to fit in my wheel? Would you bust that steel if, niggas came to kill me Protect that safe, baby, dag, that's filthy
's Da Night" So Finesse bring the fat track and I'm sure to rock it I'm living for hip-hop, I'm killing because of hip-hop You can't write your own hits
went through another door And found a 22 in her daddy's drawer I punched in a course and I was geeked as hell Along with a few other items I could sell Kid
you ever walked in the shadow of a giant Not only a client the presidito Hola ovito The game getting foul so here's a free throw I was always on the other
How y'all doin out there? What's goin on? Yo, check this out [Verse 1] November 7th, 1976, now that's life Believe I was born to rock a mic (believe
Stat Quo) Shady Old mix Back nigga Second rounds on me Kuniva Cashis Stat quo Bobby Creekwater Obie Trice What Niggas didn't kill me Now
seven inches four pounds, been through so many towns Ohio to Little Rock to Canarsie, livin harshly Beat up and battered, they pull me out I watch as niggaz scattered, makin me kill
knows, you gone die by him I know you heard gun stories about John Wayne and Billy the Kid Shit, all them motherfuckers dead And did you know that every other
Lord knows, you gone die by him I know you heard gun stories about John Wayne and Billy the Kid Shit, all them motherfuckers dead And did you know that every other
thank i will some other time (chorus)... iv been around this world and them some dum ditty dum kid where you comming from i went from the garage
I got an addictive flow that'll give you (satisfaction) I'ma make you satisfied, even if it kills me Even if it takes the slower minds, a little bit
Yep [Xzibit:] It's modern day pimps and hoes going on Ask EPMD, rap is still out of control Cause hip-hop plus glocks = Scott La Rock, Tupac and Biggie
the grip Ain't nothing gon' stop kid from getting his due No, your feets not big enough to fit in his shoe I don't rock what you rap, niggas, they be