I'm the real, real I'm the real, real I'm the real, real I'm the real, real I'm the real, real I'm the real, real I'm the real, real I'm the real,
finish line Better yet the top Cause I don't wanna hit rock bottom Bottom line Please I done hit rock bottom over you Girl I'm beggin n pleadin Got a
A TRY? Meanwhile back in Boston I'm a legend I'M LIKE AN ILLER BILLY BUCKNER My number in the rafters fuck MY ASS IT's YOURS, I'm BEGGIN [Chorus] I'M
I hurt you a thousand times, (a thousand times) But I want you back and that's the bottom line. (the bottom line) Without you here I think I'm gonna die. I'm
at me, tell ya label contact me Half four hundred for a feature, wanna battle, I'll beat ya I'm a beast, I'm a preacher, I'm the son of miss cita
bottom line You're the type of kind of girl a gangsta needs by his side So when you get emotional I won't let you go There's something I got to tell
impressed, now gettin straight to the bottom line, you're the type of kinda girl, a gangsta needs by his side, so when you get emotional, I won't let you go
the bottom line You're the type of kind of girl a gangsta needs by his side So when you get emotional I won't let you go There's something I got to tell
is a gift wish Shash the list, give his miss dick Technique, operation: tech scream Bet CREAM, them alligators jet like a vet swing Nigga like Nicolas Cage with the gauge in your braids 2
ready On a steady pace for love Ready and I'm ready for love So do you boy Do you want a taste? What I see when I look at you A rugged dude, but a gentleman
already been hearin' this But in my life there is one thing I hold is this Is that a life without Christ is still a life that is never fixed I'll admit it's a
downstairs Niggaz call me a square, when I clock Cause I'm eating from four corners in one block, get it? Bottom line I'm the shit at all times Come
lets all get to the point you may get pissed at what I'm about to spit bottom line is mad or not somebody needs to say this shit when I'm finished, you
me paint a picture on the surface of your mind I got a job at the circus and I quit writing rhymes Now I travel from city to city, life of a gypsy Gravel
that with animal house And a flow thats like rain down a curb 'Cuz I write a verse and I change a few Words edit and perfected it And, and I'm still
m sleepin' now, imagine if I awake I'm champ bitch, I'll never taste the canvas Could never be no damn wuss or pussy, never mushy, so you can't squish
I'm more than a pimp, I'm somethin like a pimp Cause I'm a Thundercat at the same time, Wonder Rat{?} baby Big pimpin, you heard me? P.I.M.P Proof Is
we can go hoe for hoe, toe to toe, blow for blow and when you feel your nose crack That mean I broke that, I fill a po'-po' wit a flame thrower like I