You're dealing with a case Who is her doctor, a specialist I trust? Yes indeed, one of the foremost rank You're dealing
keepin' him warm But this time they walked by real slowly He thought to himself, "They look like they know me" They drove away, but he didn't stay He
I rock like a professional, this ain't no lark You either hear me at a party, or you see me in the park I rocked the many places far away from my home
with my life, I think she'd understand. When I was 11, I got this really weird earache that wouldn't go away. I went to about a hundred doctors but none
bounce in your truck to us Y'ALL GET STUPID - don't try to fuck with us Because you will get carried away, yeah you'll get carried away [Busta Rhymes
'd I get my fags? Who'd empty out my dustbins? Would I still get plastic bags? If there were no hospitals, and no doctors too, If I'd broken both my legs
album bringin y'all niggaz straight to the hood, come on walk with me [Verse 1: Lil' Flip] Nigga I can hit you from a block away cause my chopper bang
DTP we got them guns that go... [I-20] Yea I'm all about that pistol playa, cold blooded killa Niggaz recognize my name, I dub the young dealer You better
know them Stakes is High, when we dealing with the (Vibes... Vibrations...) Stakes is High... Man them Stakes is High... *Truth Enola:* Doctor, I'mma
do anything, (Yeah) on top of the world (?) I'ma hold y'all down for real, (Gotcha!) [Talib Kweli] It was 1996, 4th of July, looking off in the sky dealing