Too many lies when I was seventeen And now I'm keeping up time with you Short sounds of apocalypse And my world's torn out of view It's always the same
this The card after the ace is deuce So cut the nigga loose on the 3 That's me, the motherfuckin', T I got ride on my surfboard, rhyme hard But only
game, now let's get out here and make this loot Chorus: Too $hort, Eightball, MJG [TS] I won't stop rappin, I don't stop rappin [TS] I got too much
up Gangsta, gangsta and all that kinda shit Yo, I'll be honest with you, man You smoke marijuana dogg but that's about it It's better to cut loose, eh
I told them he fell Thats why I'm going to hell This shit ain't going that well Too many things I did that aren't loose Smoke and leaks like giving
JD and they sellin' more birds than a pet shop The spot's hot and everybody nervous That's when the blue car served us Oh why did fools had to let loose
my knuckles for a Mac-10 And rather live the life of crime With my Bed-Stuy connection connected in two It's live Boo start shit too wild for you Peace
don't like people telling me just who I am They don't wanna know, they don't really understand Too many people tryin' to telling me to be practical Only
need some money Others make us laugh like the Sunday funnies Fam be around whether you paid or bummy You could either ignore this advice or take it from me Be too
I didn't feel her teethies, I only felt her tongue Relax, I'm gettin' massaged by tha massuse She wouldn't let me gizzo, she wouldn't let me loose I
guess nobody loves a real nigga-slash-rap singer I thought I'd bring a little truth to the young troops I brought proof that the niggaz need guns too
kids in Memphis, should pay me 5 dollars. I wrote this song and they said they would pay me, and I want to buy a hot dog. What could this be, too
winds seem to suck up softly And loose lips sink a fleet of longing The price lies too hollow in our way Cut loose from the bondage of consent Lay fire
You see that endless line? They're victims of our time Whose only crime was to bank on their fathers dreams To work hard all your life, to raise your
of. [Roxie Hart] You told him about me? [Fred Casely] Yeah, kid. lt's all arranged. [Velma Kelly] Find a flask We're playing fast and loose And all
his line He's only trying to drive you to crime, fame Is it any wonder? I'll reject you first Is it any wonder? You're too cool to prove Fame, a ticket
way it is} fuck yea and thats the way its gonna be why,puffin on a dank and drinking mad brew taking names and after that im kickin ass too. breed
