Mayne. You Know What Im Sayin Mayne, See You's A Freaky Dame. Can I Call A Couple My Friends, So We Can Run A Train. Im Sayin I Think I Can, Now Bang
fitted A piece of the pie would be fly Instead of a crumb for a bum, uh I gotta get some But I don't wanna be a second hand, middle man I wanna take
them thighs got to be my jump off tonight Verse 2: So girl let's keep this going, 'cause I ain't tired I'm open wide and aint't shy I'm just letting
a gun on ya lip Watch this Rhyme now nigga, spit ya rhyme now with a gun on ya lip Watch this, eat a dick, bitch [Napolean] I'm a heartless, dark nigga
knot" in like fifty different ways... I got a safe full o' cherries, cause I pop it and lock it, A girl's like a fridge, once a week you should stock
know aint nothin different on mines When I hit up motherfuckers with that look in my eyes It's a statement that I'm makin and aint takin no backtalk I
-1 2-on-2 and (? ? ? ) Now da (? ? ? ) man got (? ? ? ) dat I know ya like Im smokin that dank And I cant sleep cant eat and I cant think Nigga wut [
', bullets heat seakin' 93 hour peepin', nowadays I be creepin It's a god damn shame how dis game make a nigga Always see in Benzo's, Lexo's, Lac's and figga's
math I'm stylish So bossy It'd be a shame to say you lost me But if you want that, it's a wrap And I won't look back (I won't look back) Chorus: Gettin
-per-per-perspective) Hip Hop ain't the same it's a shame they closed Rawkus Disappointin' like the Knicks to New Yorkas All I hear is a buncha lames
Daz Dillinger Chorus 2x] What it iz, I thought we was down to end My best of friends try to mash me and do me again What it iz, I thought we was down
its curtains for you I'm certain I'm hurting a few ego's Toni's, Mark's, and Nino's Stompin with the big Dog Pino, see though I'll pull your card and
scream A raising of the wicked and self inflicted Non believers self destruct when we spit it In a minute bout to run the game and it's a shame Bitches
how you bitches tend and you wonder why i stay away with a back full of knives and a mind so twisted i can hear them say Jamie Madrox) That's why we'
Andre Nickatina: man im a coke rap spitter a hair pin trigger a crime rhyme dealer is illa but on the rilla spit around tornado lust for the words rap
band bundles i remain supper gready this that day and night hustle snatchin knots from sprung bitches but im quick to explain if i aint all up in your pocket i aint
isn't that a shame You're kissing on your lady while she's mumbling my name You think that you're a playa, look who's numbers on my pager I told you she