So tell me where it hurts do those stunts prove anything I doubt that I believe that anyone is doing it Darling read this from a book but you're the
Cycle down in the belly of the ocean Why he ever notice it as sucking up ? Rise up and sound this state That everything else in this world can be broken
Nuff man get ? in my firebomb sale Some a sell coke but the music we a sell We no inna doubt, we don't want no ambulance bell While other lyrics are full
looking for support and motivation from my girlfriend is that you made me feel about the sew i made the world end i was in the world when with a million other
day feelin' like a joker told her I wasn't comin over Jive got me on the last flight out to Arizona, what I told her Went over unexpected, rung the bell
Dawsons creek Poppa Johns with the bread cause we in here tossing cheese used to be broke as hell so I had to drop the streets till I got saved by them bells
two shells The other four homies on the scene with cocktails One nigga lookin' for popos and foes hell Someone lookin' through windows the door bells
But I slammed her on her back 'til her vertebrae broke Just then the pigs bust in yellin', "Freeze" But I'm already wanted for sellin' keys And bunch of other
He invented a fortune for a man named Bell George Washington Carver, made the peanut great Showed any man with a mind, could create You read about Malcolm X in the history text Jesse Owens broke records, Ali broke
cars, we steal people We eat like dogs, but we still people And even when ya lost, trouble still see you And even if ya dead broke, we are still equal
I got all my motherfuckin' thugs here From ? buck ass wild Danz the rapid fire empire expands And, shortie take notice, my shit sold (Never went gold), but fuck it I'm still dope (broke
There waits for me a glad tomorrow, Where gates of pearl swing open wide, And when I've passed this vale of sorrow, I'll dwell upon the other side.
on the road getting stacks 20 grand karats for the show no tax Bell-V is what I'm pourin' on them hatas Blinding with the lock, no imitaders Broke ass
Crashed and on their way Father, he enjoyed collisions Others walked away A snowflake falls in May And the doors are open now As the bells are ringing
a frog And the serving girl can't be the belle of the ball You're not the belle of the ball Get back in your cinders and crawl How many other fools
and impulsive thoughts that serve only to confuse and burden One hand on the shovel, the other around my throat Borne to bleed and freeze I have broken
He get it poppin' in the hood, so his name ring bell Miss Jones stay on the third floor She called the cops on me They came, I ran, I had to toss my other
