Pocket So Then They Sent Me To The Loser Section Collection Rejection But Whos's The Man Now? Still Not Me No Matter How Old I Get Ill Still Be Geek. Same Old Kid
effect so play the odds out till April the tapes will grow so we can by posters and staples i bet that kid Slug will bust flows if you ask nice its friday
can I get a quick fix to lift This eye to the level of the needle in the sky Looking over the sound against the shores of the Suicide Capital Bust a
'm sayin, you versus me though? We can do this shit right here, in front of your people See time is money kid, and BS walks And to me, it's funny kid
true penalties of fame and the wealth Tell me who can I trust? I can't trust myself Got the devil got me thinking 'bout them ill moves Every damn kid
was more faker than the letters on her purse Not quite the Gucci butters No drawers, coochie cutters And the hoochie stuttered "Y-y-y-y-ou got another Deski-kid
the days of 8-track. Certified bonified pull out the weapon. Rusted. Your ho's gets busted. Run your jules! Shootin up ya damn fools. Leavin' your loser
last, leader of the class, see From London, Long Beach, and down to Tallahassee Ladies are pleased, I'm not wearin Lee's The Kangol is mine, the godfather is E I bust
Plants in the bed but The phone's tapped anyway Maggie says that many say They must bust in early May Orders from the D. A. Look out kid Don't matter
feel to wake up fucked up Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell People look at you like youse the user Selling drugs to all the losers, mad buddha
coonskin cap by the big pen wants eleven dollar bills: you only got ten Look out, kid Look out, kid, it's somethin' that you did Look out, kid, 'cause
the bed but The phones tapped anyway Maggie says that many say They must bust in early May Orders from the D.A. Look out kid Dont matter what you did
jiggie but like biggie bitches call me big poppa I got a big dick and I'd a pop her Yea the kid talk shit but the kid don't front How ever shit go "Give
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah Don Omar, J-Doe, Reek da Villan, Bus-a-Bus Come on, come on [Chorus: Don Omar] that's how we roll, we roll like this [Busta