Talking:]
And I don't walk around lookin for it, you know?, But
Yesterday It Seemed to just wander on till it found me,
the gossip found me
Then why don't you just prove it.
How? You don't know how to prove it?,
well, what you just do is...
[Wayne:]
Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop... (Oo)
Stop, hatin' on a nigga
that is a weak emotion
The lady of a nigga
And you could get tipped
like ya waitin on a nigga, and
Put a body bag and an apron on tha nigga
I give my all behind the mic,
but you could never see, if you sit behind the light
You don't have to pick me.. to win the title fight
But I'm gone wear that championship belt soo tight
And if I'm wrong, there is no right
And if I'm wrong, there is no light
I'm tryna be polite, but you niggas in my hair like the nigga on lice
My flow is rare, these other rappers nice,
These other rappers bark,
Some of em' even bite
But I'm much more bright
I give the game sight
So before you dim the light you just might... might... wanna
[Talking:]
Think it over (think it over) Oo
Think it over (think it over) Baby
[Wayne:]
Stop... analyzin' critacizin',
You should realize what I am and start epidamizin'
Confident, got the heart of the biggest lion
Confident like xxxx em all get on my dick and ride it
My flow sick, so sick, it's like my xxxx is dyin'
It rains a lot in my city, cause my citys cryin'
Cause my citys dyin'
But I emerge from all of that, I am a livin pio-neer, sighin'
Fear God, not them
Steer my Robin Coupe through the streets of the boot... and
Soo-woop
And, then I leave a tub in the boot, I leave a blood bath,
Sorry there's a tub in the boot, now where the drugs at?
Like the string of the shoe
No niggas want that
I'm twisted like the string on a boot, where New Orleans at?
I build hip hop solely like a bus pass
So in your possession, I must ask...
[Talking:]
Hey, haven't I been good to you? (Think it over)
Tell me, haven't I been sweet to you?
[Wayne:]
Drag my name through the mud
I come out clean
Cast away stones
I won't even blink
A gun is not a math problem,
I won't even think
Just leave you dead like the meat under my sink
Don't believe in me
Don't believe me
I graduated from hungry,
and made it to greedy
My flow is like pasta
Take it and eat it
But I'm gone need g's if I'm bakin' the zeedy
You niggas want beef?
I want a steak and uh, we be
Lost in Amsterdam or Jamaica where we be
Hard body nigga, takin it easy
All about my paper, bout my paper like Eazy
Why do rappers, lot of rappers, lot of fans, lot of rappers, lot of rappers
Lie like actin, cut the motha fucka down
Cut the jack... xxxx your props
I AM hip hop.
And I ain't dead I'm alive [pulse]
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Taylor Harris
grazie per il aggiorniamenti bella!!!!
posted Dec 02
JON
sorry, didnt mean that one. But check out 200 west
thanks.
posted Aug 28
JON
Talking:] And I don't walk around lookin for it, you
know?, But Yesterday It Seemed to just wander on till
it found me, the gossip found me Then why don't you
just prove it. How? You don't know how to prove it?,
well, what you just do is... [Wayne:] Stop, stop,
stop, stop, stop... (Oo) Stop, hatin' on a nigga
that is a weak emotion The lady of a nigga And you
could get tipped like ya waitin on a nigga, and Put a
body bag and an apron on tha nigga I give my all
behind the mic, but you could never see, if you sit
behind the light You don't have to pick me.. to win
the title fight But I'm gone wear that championship
belt soo tight And if I'm wrong, there is no
right And if I'm wrong, there is no light I'm tryna
be polite, but you niggas in my hair like the nigga on
lice My flow is rare, these other rappers nice, These
other rappers bark, Some of em' even bite But I'm
much more bright I give the game sight So before you
dim the light you just might... might...
wanna [Talking:] Think it over (think it over)
Oo Think it over (think it over)
Baby [Wayne:] Stop... analyzin' critacizin', You
should realize what I am and start
epidamizin' Confident, got the heart of the biggest
lion Confident like xxxx em all get on my dick and
ride it My flow sick, so sick, it's like my xxxx is
dyin' It rains a lot in my city, cause my citys
cryin' Cause my citys dyin' But I emerge from all of
that, I am a livin pio-neer, sighin' Fear God, not
them Steer my Robin Coupe through the streets of the
boot... and Soo-woop And, then I leave a tub in the
boot, I leave a blood bath, Sorry there's a tub in the
boot, now where the drugs at? Like the string of the
shoe No niggas want that I'm twisted like the string
on a boot, where New Orleans at? I build hip hop
solely like a bus pass So in your possession, I must
ask... [Talking:] Hey, haven't I been good to you?
(Think it over) Tell me, haven't I been sweet to
you? [Wayne:] Drag my name through the mud I come
out clean Cast away stones I won't even blink A gun
is not a math problem, I won't even think Just leave
you dead like the meat under my sink Don't believe in
me Don't believe me I graduated from hungry, and
made it to greedy My flow is like pasta Take it and
eat it But I'm gone need g's if I'm bakin' the
zeedy You niggas want beef? I want a steak and uh, we
be Lost in Amsterdam or Jamaica where we be Hard body
nigga, takin it easy All about my paper, bout my paper
like Eazy Why do rappers, lot of rappers, lot of fans,
lot of rappers, lot of rappers Lie like actin, cut the
motha fucka down Cut the jack... xxxx your props I AM
hip hop. And I ain't dead I'm alive [pulse]
posted Aug 28
Michael Martens
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posted Aug 02
Adjuster
Are you a Filipina?
posted Jul 12
jantoy
yes!i school in tesda!
posted Jun 24
jantoy
im fine,school days.how bout you?
posted Jun 18
jantoy
hey you!
posted Jun 16