buy you flowers, you throw 'em at me I know it's sad but it's making me happy More that you slap me, more that it turns me on Cause you love me and I
I buy you flowers, you throw 'em at me I know it's sad but it's making me happy More that you slap me, more that it turns me on Cause you love me and
evenin' It's assassin-night Have you weezin' You and Eddie Murphy can laugh alike The Revival You can call it the Preme project But it's violent You should call it
nuttin' Word up, got to pay Yeah, it's like that right Blow his back out, make his shoes work Aye yo, this shit be off the knock it rock Whatever cock block it
5, The Roots crew [Verse 1] Big respect to the Get fresh, yes Have you ever seen a show and fellas on the mic make one minute rhymes that don't come
I check drawers for balls [Chorus: Chuck D (singers)] Whatever it takes to make it hardcore! (Ridin with a soldier, hard truth soldiers in the game) Whatever it takes to make it
Ayo my whole clique bout it, 'bout it We take yours while you pout about it Truck, step out the whore's wanna' crowd around it You could see me on optimum
Momma told me one day it was gonna happen But she never told me when She told me it would happen when I was much older Wish it would've happened then (
round and Dread Stressin' a trick hoe, what the Dread won't know won't hurt Robbin' his workers for they work, now, whose turf is this? It's Klep's,
Where it at, where it at Where it at, where it at Where it at, where it at Oh do he rhyme with a slug from the shots in his face or Do he rhyme wit a
the curb Peace to my brothers on 163rd Hold your head and stay strong My main man Roadie got it going on So now you know the time Bust how I flip it, check the rhyme
can flow on tempo, off tempo, it makes me no difference So play that beat, play it, kick it, watch me Flip it with dope lyrics, you want to hear it?
to the next flow This sho' is real, this is the deal, guns I'm runnin Gotta make it out of town to flip my {shit} and keep it comin Then bring it back
be voided but listen First I'll make you miss it Like the senate was missin Patricia Hearst cause I been in it for a minute Put minutes in till it hurt
This is when I kick, kick it with this rhythmic syphilis Fuck dem 9 rhymes, make 'em go blind every time On that cannabis and it is not for the mini mind
bud and get blown away) If it's on, I gotta ride out with my Mobstas It it's on, then I gotta ride out with the Mobstas If it's on, I gotta ride out