really go Cause to you ... So what about the times when I hold you tight And what about the days, what about the nights What about the truth, what about the lies And what about
I really go Cause to you ... So what about the times when I hold you tight And what about the days, what about the nights What about the truth, what about the lies And what about
Swifty] I'm about to get rid of some hoes it's simple I put the Murder Inc with lead and I'm not talking about a pencil Look at what the fuck you dun
s what you hear Toy,this ain't Christimas,no time to play I ain't no child,punk,you'll get sprayed Illin' on a mega-villan You must want a pine box to
the graveyard Monday, ringing the bell It's all about show and tell, might as well Show all these bastards just what I got Yo, check out my toy box! "
show you what this music plus weed and hemmy does I been around minneso' hoe so you know who and what we are, A garunteed pimp game ghetto super stars
: You never told me about the bell and ball We built the three-house and forgot what it was It left me feeling numb And all the stories that you painted
what you hear Toy, this ain't Christmas, no time to play I ain't no child, punk, you'll get sprayed Illin' on a mega-villan You must want a pine box
(My music box) (My music box) 'Cause when the lights are off, I see the girls asleep (My music box) I hear my music box, playing a song for me (My music box
I'm about to get rid of some hoes it's simple I put the Murder Inc with lead and I'm not talking about a pencil Look at what the fuck you dun got into
hehehe) Swifty: I'm about to get rid of some hoes it's simple I put the Murder Inc with lead and I ain't talking about a pencil look at what the fuck
never need to wear iron toy I ain't naive, I just hang with some killers and I'm their pride and joy But nah, ain't about that right now It's about the
Snaggle, Your mind's in the dirt, We playin' Hungry-Hippo's 'til our hands hurt, What do you know about pourin' out a whole box of Trix to get the toy
of the graveyard Monday, ringing the bell It's all about show and tell, might as well Show all these bastards just what I got Yo, check out my toy box
top Doing the h chop chop chopping up the street tops Set the club on fire but anything that we drop You hit the juice box wet make that pussy beat box
And I'll show you what this music plus weed and hemmy does I been around minneso', hoe, so you know who and what we are A guaranteed pimp game ghetto
him like a toy -- Heavens to Merkatroid! Check my Modus Operandi Those who know my name know I ain't about games I go beyond knockin em out the box You
friend of your's named Vanessa Bet, Bet She said you told her a fantasy that got her all wet, wet Something about a little box with a mirror and a tongue inside What
