green on the screen So I stepped up to her screen door like a dream Or better yet like a fiend, who need a fix She wasn't like other chicks, pullin'
-Mart shopping center Wit' a coupon book and a hundred and ten bucks And a bunch of change and wife beater with a mustard stain I'll crush your brain
Payton Well, they call me Sweetness, And I like to dance. Runnin' the ball is like makin' romance. We've had the goal since training camp To give Chicago a
you with my D-C's limited edition give me your rythym, i hit em harder than tyson with the round im recitin im tryin it bright like a bright lit hold my mic like a
(Telephone rings 6x) Yeah.. I dunno no that bitch bugged out she fuckin other niggas girl(hello?) Hey! Hey! Where was you at last night? Yo!She
Preparation your sweatin, I cassette deck and eject your selection for air time Blow a hole through your brain so you can think with a clear mind A redesign
religion Sent my homey to the number two division Sellin' bootleg movies, got my VCR on a evasive maneuver Be that as I chooses, drinkin' tropical It's just sittin' at a
your shoes, or get your a** shook And walk around with lipstick, and a pocketbook You all in b****, sit down when you piss Sweet a**, you a h**, watch
talk bad about Oprah You just lost a fan Man, Joe, I'ma tell you what the bid'ness is You fuckin' with a true player, true and recognized, ya dig? Y
more I drink water 20 gallons a pop And I can throw a Volkswagon a whole half block He can do it too And 4 million sit ups in a minute I ain't lying I
'm a be like D-Rock and see what's next on the menu Mic-checka, the rim and rhyme wrecka, rocks from here to Mecca Boom shack-a-lak-a-lak-a, I got a hand
you how we party Losers night out, hit the club like a champ Find me a spot on the floor and set up my camp Cuttin' up the amps and dancin' with some
totally sure but I think it could be me Something happens to me when I'm sleeping in the night Wake up in my backyard with a shovel and a knife Filling up a
He was a stranger to himself, A spy in his own camp, And his money was his health, All thrown to the dust by his very own hand. Yet his beauty lingered
insured for a mil 'cause if it was, my 'cause, came up and do it foreal No more of dealin' with hoes, I'd rather have me a bitch 'cause she ain't shit
m a thug, doped out on drugs My nigga B he got a juice, and some ah that hype Lil Man know when it be on cause it's a quiet night A dice game whip ya '