you around and all i can say, is your so perfect i could never repay you for all of the time that you made me so happy tonight i make you mine Dont
I slays and you're helpless When I try to stay sick, it's ya cub grafted six Calm for the kill, knowing the style that's I'll When I drop, lyric skills
blood You want more you'll be comin' with slugs I ain't got time for dem lies, I gotta get mines Muthafucka ask Shyne, he'll tell you I rise Do 'em
I'm only lettin' five of you motherfuckers in here tonight If your man ain't on the guest list He get to the back of the fuckin' line And you know another
BACJ of the fuckin line And you know another motherfuckin thing? I don't give a fuck if a bitch spill a drink in this motherfucker tonight I'm kickin
Stan had tables and mics, every brother nice Not only could we rip and rhyme but backspin and slice With Paris and Foxy and Christina P's bust You know
to catch a jackpot Shit is hot too many cops, I think I'll run up in a crack spot I start on my mission and yo I'm scrambling Approach a group of shorties