When your head is on backwards, where do you see? If your lungs begin to wilt like mine, how will you breathe? You can't drop your past without digging
'll get you Drew Gooden But me, I want Jordan numbers, LeBron footin' Can't guard me, Vince Lombardi, John Wooden Garbage? Hardly, you niggas silly like Chris Farley So like him, you
! Run! Cops got, guns! They givin' out life like by the tons Run! If you ain't do shit, you it That next felony, nigga, it's like three zip So, run! Hop
out life like bird tons Run! If you ain't do shit, you it That next felony, nigga, it's like three zip So, run! Hop fences, jump over benches! When you
a raddish) Look at my life, look at my guys, look at my fame (Look at my fame) Look at you guys, look at my eyes, look at my cane (Look at my cane) [
cop And we ain't killin Jonny, no Nigga give em an ass shot Put him on injured reserve Tie my number twelves up and then I give him the bird, word That
me a cutie, buckin this 1992 Dually Will I come booty, who me I thought you knew me You come to the Boulevard newly Take a look at this truck, got '
workin' all my life but ain't got nothin' to show I ain't tellin' you nothin' you don't already know I been workin' all my life but ain't got nothin'
here and I like, I, I guessed it right on first, you know? Like I know . . . FZ: Beat him while you're talking. Phyllis: You know like . . . I tell you
put it past her We, "50 Playaz Deep" in this bitch, like Drunken Master How long you think them fine days was really gonna last for? We slow and slum, you
you gotta have a big, big penis. not much else matters, just as long as you got a wapping great wanger. the bigger it is, the bigger you are, and you
that's why, when you're young in the streets you gotta live and let die Some say this ain't the life to choose Rage is snapped away you get a page in
like "Hey, you can't have that" "That snorkel's been just like a snorkel to me" And he's like "Tough" And I'm like "Give it" And he's like "Make me"
past her We "50 Playaz Deep" in this bitch, like Drunken Master How long you think them fine days was really gonna last for? We slow and slum, you young
They givin' out life like by the tons Run! If you ain't do shit, you it That next felony, nigga, it's like three zip So, run! Hop fences, jump over benches
that! Run! Cops got, guns! They givin' out life like bird tons Run! If you ain't do shit, you it That next felony, nigga, it's like three zip So, run
