with a bit of game, met that bitch Sickness Everybody peep, the evil symptoms So you'll know when sexual activity happens And tears start to flow time
to drink and flirt with the female bartender. Kixin' it, You up tight but i'm in a loose mood. Mixin' it, not much ice its a vodka and juice booze. Mixin' it
how we creep quick, fuckin' your wife that ain't so secret It's mandatory, see that pussy, they hand it to me I got no game, it's just some bitches understand
when they nod like they really alive You ain't shit without your homeboys, y'all ain't no grown boys I feel it all and no voice, now you stuck with
the women in the park got married It's the way that we do it now it's time to get carried Las Vegas at the time wanted a mother of mine Myself I needed
me your number When it's all over I'll let you know If I ever feel better Remind me to spend some good time with you You can give me your number When it's all
all I had to give After one too many battles, I got tired of the fight Each time we were together was just like walking on thin ice Couldn't make it happen
hide it, You're cold your touch, its like ice, And your eyes is the look of resentment, I can sense it and I don't like it [Chorus] (Kon Artis) [Verse Two] It
the gunpowder landmine Ready to blow at any second I'm checking for the signs of the end Of all-time, I figure its on time, my last thoughts forming
black boy Donna Camay, rockin witch'all all night Used to be a little stressed now I'm gettin it right Fresh kicks with the gold watch dipped in ice From Shaolin, it
it wrong, I don't touch the heaters Though my Ice Cream sneakers got the drug dealer beepers Don't let your Ego eat you, let me teach you All that make
Walking the line, I'm walking the line Treading thin ice time after time I go for the best, end up with much less I need the real thing, forget all the
with your fingers all over it Trippin' all over you whenever you rock the show Time to get money 'cause you know you got the dough And the next time
all bad, not all good (It?s just something that I believe) Not all cold, not all hot (Yeah, I like that, not all hot) Not all bitter, not all sweet (Sounds all
tell ya ladies and gentlemen, that after bein' in the nineties, replaced the eighties' adrenalin. these be the things that the world says to censor, and it
manhattan after the matinee When she just happened to wave That's when I knew she had the right shine (right shine) And the right mind (right mind) It
here After all these years Been a long time Since you were here. I remember when last I saw you We came to end yeah, yeah You wanna talk about it now
plan to do, all that he can to do, all that he can. and we all save face in the face of our friends and we all bend backwards to make amends and we all