[Chrous] (Don't say a word) just let me get mines (Don't say a word) just relax and recline (Don't say a word) I'm the king of ill lines (Don't say a
Been rhyming since Timberland trees were seeds; Burger King was Prince Better run for the fence, click clack on all you rats I shoot blindly like I'm Ray Charles
Kate 2:23 Trk 6 The Olympics Pop Chart # 42 Sept 12, 1960 Arvee Records single #5006 Eddie Lewis & Charles Fizer - vocals (& poss. Melvin King
-Pusha T & Malice] [Pusha T] Follow me like twitter nigga you can check my timeline I'm the quiet one but my intellect is einstein I'm so ennerd by the
like love is supposed to do 'Cuz I fell straight into your trap and since they say love is blind I'm the Ray Charles of rap And I'm waiting for you
it because I'm Biz and I'm in a room Just (??) to my vocal, I'm not a local I'm Biz, you can call me a yokel I'm not from California, I'm not from Kansas
'll buy The same dude you shop with, I'm his supplier Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, yours truly that's me Hood rich or cocky, I just might be With my chain so bright, Ray Charles
With my nigga Clue, rapping with my Flipmode crew Ramp, I'm still jig, I'm in the party taking a swig I'm rich, yo I gotta think big Holding down the
'm vomiting, smoking sick, threw acid on their stomachs And drove off with a wig down La Brea listen to a tape by Slayer Parked in a parking lot behind Burger King
I'm real good with the glock and 50 G's say, you leave in a box When I fuck, Lil' Kim guess, I'm feelin' like 'Pac Niggaz wanna wrestle the game, guess
ain't High Top from Colors, I'm from Cedar Block What i got in my high tops will make your breathing stop I'm a gangsta slash rapper, check your CD shop I'm
ain't hot top for colors, I'm from Cedar Block So I got my hot tops that make your breathing stop I'm a gangsta slash rapper, check your CD shop I'm
that was good, but I'm still hungry And I'm living it, I be out in venice shit They say weezy jobbed, nigga I'm on my bidness shit They say Drake Lebron
mall thuggin, buggin, spent a few hundred Shorties must be lovin, shit, jigg to my wallow's They watch like movado so I floss like I'm lotto You ain't
the Mecca wanna bang bang Beggin a pardon as I knock a new skinz stank thang CL, kickin flavor with the Grand Puba Speakin on the wins, I'm about to
necessary qualifications to be christened a londoner [it's a cruel place, it's a hard place] But when you think back to all the great londoners William blake, charles dickens, dick whittington, Pearly kings
You still got time, so put a tape in your tape deck Sit down, relax, as I drop facts Rhymes attract the crowd once I got em down pat I'm teachin the masses
necessary qualifications to be christened a Londoner (It's a cruel place, it's a hard place) But when you think back to all the great Londoners William Blake, Charles Dickens, Dick Whittington Pearly kings