you sick I wanna sell you out Want to expose your flaws I wanna steal your things I wanna show you off I wanna tell you lies I wanna write you books
lay no feel pain, killa cocka-main I'm top framin the game, use muscle for the hustle I zip duffle bags to muffle fags Scuffle my knuckles bad on niggaz
You with a lot of dudes, that's that Elton John shit Ahh, to each his own, I like a fruit that's grown I like a bad bitch from a decent home Me and
B Nigga it's the big Southern rap impresario Comin' straight up out the black barrio Makes a mill' up off a sorry hoe Then sit back and peep my scenario Oops, my bad
AndersonHoweSquireWhite September 11, 2001 Don't be so cruel hurting yourself Don't be so greedy making it bad Don't be so dark echoing out Don't
know ya The times that we had I'll keep like a photograph And hold you in my heart forever I'll always remember you Nanananana Another chapter in the book
give it to ya come on party all night, something about when your spinnin that cash, lil mama gone and acting all flash, all about something and i got it bad
book it for me Man, I'm shitting on every statistic that said I'll be dead or fucking broke This is history Your kids, kids, kids, kids going to book
some of it true? [Busta Rhymes] Well I read about you in a couple of books too son But I don't even know, tell me which book you readin from [Big Tigger
the door I'll get it myself Don't give me degeneration Give me true communication Don't give me sorrow I want equal opportunity To live tomorrow Give me schools And give me better books
The management said they were sorry For the inconvenience you are suffering And Mr. Booking Agent, please have mercy Don't book the jobs so far apart
Nobody said very much Just some old wild shirts and a couple pairs of pants Which nobody really wanted to touch Mama came in and picked up a book An
if I had my chance that I could make those people dance And maybe they'd be happy for a while But February made me shiver with every paper I'd deliver Bad
you wanna roll with those sissies You can't roll with Missy I'ma kiss you on your cookie Show these pussies I'm the rookie Sleep while your homeboy book
{Yeah, peace king, peace king Listen, they wrote a book on your life, right You think anybody'll read it? No fuckin' doubt! Let's make history homey,