Five fuckin' years in the jungle I stayed ! I mean... Five years fuckin' in the jungle I said ! It's Sexual preferences. You know I love animals Again
Five fuckin' years in the jungle I stayed ! I mean... Five years fuckin' in the jungle I said ! It's Sexual preferences. You know I love animals
see that my car broke down, gangster for life Im like Mavado now. If your gonna do something do it, thats when i heard boy dems sirens sound. Its 2 am your stuck
my back, then they latch it Cut your fuckin' head off and ask you where you headed off to Get it, headed off to? Medic, this headache's awful This anesthetic's pathetic, so's
it hoppin like a rabbit, man Im comin through got paper gotta have it, under my damn bed and Im flippin red, If I get caught with ki's I goin fed, but
that got me goin Yung's steady flowin and Im steady what blowin gots to pass it that Po-yo cause that boy gone wreck shop watch me do it This aint '94
Outro: Vinnie Paz] Yea, it's vinnie paz baby. Stoupe - The enemy of mankind it's like a brotherhood, it's all blood it's all love baby, it's all love
days (Fuck it) I ran with old heads (old heads) In 89, who push 98's Blue haze through deuce treys Do what I been, I been through, through it again I
a fan (Push your check out the car while it's moving like Waka's man) Her bottom's dark, but her top it tan, her private parts Got it on the pole like
thought you would have This wonderland Is this where you dreamed you'd be at Well, it might get better Because it can't get any worse Monday's bad, but Friday's
m entering, a style that's rappable To keep you moving, feets tappable Fingers snap, hands are clappable Kickin, to the ultimate sounds And every record, it
Intro: DvsG?s Come one DvsG?s Come one With us, with us, with us DvsG?s Yao, they love this, love it, love it, they love the DvsG?s The DvsG?S ? Fort
Sankofa [Outro: Vinnie Paz] Yea, it's vinnie paz baby. Stoupe - The enemy of mankind it's like a brotherhood, it's all blood it's all love baby, it's
enlightened Bitin' into a fucking Vicodin like I 'am viking Oh, lightning strike it might be a fucking sign I need a psychic Evaluation, fuck Jason it's Friday the nineteenth That means it's
(from Next Friday soundtrack) Chorus: Eminem (repeat 4X) It's murder she wrote (it's murder she wrote) It wasn't nuttin for her to be smoked (for her
lovin it No need to cover it, let it shine like the sun do Now who reflect like us? None do, but still come through Humble, even when I play with it Convey it
car when it's moving like waka's man Her bottom's dark, but her top it tan Her private parts got here on the pole Like the opposite of her papa's plan
thought you would have This wonderland Is this where you dreamed you'd be at Well it might get better because it can't get any worse... Monday's bad, but Friday's
