a beast grrr, money machine brrr F-U-C-K, C-O-P's I say 'I know' when they say 'Freeze!' yeah Okay, you already knew No pussies, no rats, no Tom & Jerry
f/ Rasheed (*-This song is on SPM's album, but SPM isn't on it, only Rasheed) First Verse: This weed got my brain burnin', Learnin' as the World
or word E-Perior bless, since we all wreck mic checks You guess me on, Midwest be songs, and testin' Jones F with the best be gone, no quest-ion School
booming and zooming If they could see me now, booming and zooming F one O four, come in F one O four C'mon get down F one O four, ho, get back up F one
bad day Tom Gist: My nigga just got locked up again and shit (Today was a bad day) Grandma's gotta go back to the hospital (Today was a bad day) Verse 2 Tom
gone lick up Take her to the news under, you should've eased up Wha' what wha'? You got me fed up, get up or shut the F up You done F'ed up, 8 or 9
a African, I'm a African, uhh And I know what's happenin' A-F-R-I-C-A, Puerto Rico, Haiti, and J.A. New York and Cali, F-L-A No it aint 'bout where you
a Tiger would I only keep real niggas in my stable A million dollar chain, I'm feeling like Gucci's label So icey I really don't care Haters green as
(feat. Tom Gist) [Verse 1: Tom Gist] I got problems, naw, I'm no flossin' Notice in the lobby, there's no high raw No jobs so I'm forced to be a nemisis
Joe's, Mike's, and Tom Dub's But that's are thing and we love that shit And people sick, thinking wicked shit gone quit Tell me why do stress be, L I F
that you're blue a rich rock star you are yet you still complain that's insane imagine if you had a child of two you're a single mom with a son named Tom
fabric My daughter will speak the arabic that's how I lift Levitate to my nation when holding up your nickels I pie like crumble so I Don like Rickles Like green
you're blue a rich rock star you are yet you still complain that's insane imagine if you had a child of two you're a single mom with a son named Tom you
on, Midwest be songs, and testin' Jones F with the best be gone, no quest-ion School yard parties, fourty-four-four Seventy West and East, don't get it F
