surprise and I knew it was real by the look in your eyes. These three words! These three words I hear from you. These three words! These three words I
, Iiiiiii be I be I been I been, I been here for the culture, youknowhatI'msayin? I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't I don't be recognizin all that new
pay, let's go I said I woke up this morning, headache this big Pay all these damn bills, feed all these damn kids Buy all these school shoes, buy all
be denied Walking like a lonely fool in Prague Singing a love song and the words I wrote I wrote for two Gentle as a lullaby at night I hear you humming
my rhymes when I used to max Now I don't speak much,I save my words for wax I just wanna make a little point in this song With a little nonsense we can all
, yo, my shit rocks Chi-town, Miami, Detroit, I get much props Because I roll with the hardcore G Every street's the same street to me I don't bullshit, I
like an animal I like the rock'n rolll, the funk, the jazz and hip-hop Suckers get loud, I drop em I like ( ? ) I'm Bronx Bob, bring the beats and I'
is what I tell God I made it, upgraded, man I found me a dream and I chased it I was wasting time in and out of cages Now I?m in that S6, feels like
I work 'em task And when they came in, we unpacked 'em all Broke 'em all down and unwrapped 'em all Just two words ***, duffle bag I just know it so
Cause I'm the Birdman and I'll do you something bad You heard man that I been slangin' them slacks Thats my word man, I gon' stunt nigga I gon' stunt nigga, I
call this a lame flow You bought the shit I guess you to blame too I just found the angle No more reality flow I'm tryna time my album dropping with a
get more spin than Michael I leave them hoes with an eyeful Malice be the truth like the Bible To the red-bottomed souls All they do is stare like I
crying anymore I?m off the floor I?m standing here waiting for you that?s all I
sing along with the words to the song an If you don't know the words and you can't sing along then Fake like you know 'em motherfucker an join in Everybody
are my favorite. (x4) (Young Boss) I caught her when she fell from heaven. One to ten, baby girl's an eleven. And I ain't tryin to spit no game, But I
Last thing I'm tryna be is the good guy now I ain't never gave a fuck, why should I now Like the World's interrupting my song, with an interlude can't
I stay, should I go I don't know You're driving me crazy I wanna be your lady But I got a man at home Even thought I I wont see How you put that thing
hop should die, we die together Bodies in the morgue lie together All together now! If hip hop should die before I wake I'll put an extended clip and body 'em all
