Funkmaster Flex dogs shouldn't have been reaching There's only one Gunz, from what it's worth That's me, that's it, burying shit, right in the earth I
I'm taking my respect back Oh, Moneymaker, Break down. Triple digit ring, gold Watch what plagues your filthy hands And I've been thinking twice about the things I say The choices I
alone, hah I want it more than you, I want it, I want it right now I'm wanted in 48 statees for this thou It's sicker than a syringe that's streamlined
they be actin' Who they attractin' with that line, "What's your name, what's your sign?" Soon as he buy that wine I just creep up from behind And ask what
what I got - I said, remember that Lovin' is what I got - now remember that Lovin' is what I got - I said, remember that Lovin' is what I got... I
how I acted That's what's sick, I was a pick that you drafted? A backflip with a split couldn't be more backwards In fact that's classic I love to
destiny I can not escape it but it will all be ok cause I wasn't put here to stay, but there?s something things that I know before I go that I
: Kon Artis] It's however, it's whatever you like If you that nigga tryna get ahead and you know you right I see the Henny and I guess it's aight Cause
Dat at I want my Dat back I need my dat back I want my Dat back I need my Dat back I want my Dat back I played 13 for that I want my Dat Back I need
keeps beating faster I remember the nervousness I felt when we first met Borrowing strength from the caffeine Her sugar syrup that I always carried I hate this stickiness now
is all that I have left And music is her name Think about Think about how many times I have fallen Spirits are using me, larger voices callin' What Heaven
and tuff Ruff and tuff And all that stuff Now nuff of the ruff stuff, that's what I do, and I do it well The proof is in the puddin', I show and prove
.." Uh-huh, maintain "..that's why your small rhyme bore me" "My category: rap-rap science.." Nigga what? What you want, what? "..that's why your small
a grip on what I can With the world beneath me crumble Yes it is, see I though I had it all Now I find I'm two feet small And I never fail to stumble
chain I have my ship and all her flags are a flyin' She is all I have left and music is her name Think about how many times I have fallen Spirits are
I never really studied that up." "Eleven." "Eleven. It's not even funny." "Eleven." "Eleven. That's, that's ridiculous." "Eleven." "Eleven. Well, that's what
paper And the whole thing's topped with a bow WITCHES A bow? But why? How ugly What's in it? What's in it? JACK That's the point of the thing, not