stay pressed shirt And some creased and wrinkled dreams His face a blemish garden but his eyes are virgin clear His voice is Chicken Little's, but he's hearing Paul
march like a soldier Walk it how you talk it Play it how you say it and stop acting on that hard shit Stripes on my back is what ya boy go to war wit
be in ya house tapin ya spouse to the couch And put a, hole in her blouse, I don't play young nigga Remember me from back in the day young nigga One
Elects us and he saves us for Him/ Jesus comes and raises for Him/ Magnify the Father why bother with something lesser/ he made us so we could bless Him and
armor and dragons and chathedrals/ i be smokin i be smokin / weed in my system no joke bitch / im not a comedian r.i.p to bernie mac / but im back and
where the *niggas* are jelly And pretend to be your friend and put one your belly And you can keep on yelling, the cops won't come You want beef, we got burgers and
off the velcro and choked him with it My headphones rub my neck where I coach you chickens (baaaacock!) Machineshop packs lots of tunes Like Paul Wall mixed tapes leave you chopped and
) x2 Master P: i know yall street niggas out there can appreciate a nigga coming from the mother fucking hood and do somethin else, but yall young niggas thats taking the game and
What is this? Maybach music I like this Maybach music Sweet! Ha ha ha! Come and take a ride Come and take a ride Billionaire Yayo Justice League 57
Ten pounds heavier, one step ahead of it Vocab, stamina, style's all irrelevant Camps and cliques, units, squad crews and clans Even your tongues'll fuck around and
' sacks to heavy weight, shufflin' crack Kids and preachers know me, young Game the O.G. Ask the reverend kept the church from fallin', young'uns from
back, this is rap and a fact is a fact They say once you turn snitch, you never go back Heres a picture of Ja Rule, motherfucker hold that What goes around comes
and get to gettin' yours Yeah, well, it's young Dash to all those who don't know The boy who stay hot when his jewels is so cold Killer screwface and
Hydro, Super Flow, know these boys feeling me Come to Houston, Texas and see swangaz and 'lacs And don't forget to tell the people that the legends are back
gotta march like a soldier, walk it how you talk it Play it how you say it and stop acting on that hard shit Stripes on my back, is what ya boy go to
rocks they gently wedged her After all they'd come so far, it was late And the girl would keep; she was going nowhere They stayed up there fishing for
put bodies in the back of of our pickup bitch And droppin em in a ditch [lord infamous] Bitch eat these hollow tips and die fuckin one through brain and
Royce the 5'9, and the rest of Wall Street. Me and my boys are tired of chicken shit bastards like those D12 bitches. Don't get me wrong now, Eminem and