We'll get it right anew Don't you lose your faith Don't every turn away I'm thinking about the truth there is Forgotten in a lie We are branches on
an apple tree. (A worm crawls along the branch.) Yo-Yo Man: To see how far he could see, A worm named Willie climbed a tree. Upon a branch that
ease when a **** is on board I know, cry now I know, cry now I know, cry now I know I'll be damned if I let a **** lay his hands on me I'll lay his ****
alone on top, like we goin' stag It's a dynasty, that's how I see things In four years we countin' three rings I'm the M.V.P., baby, gimme that key
head Gonna swim in the ocean until I'm dead Let the infection spread On my way to Texas, drive upon my ranch Gonna take you fishin' up Big Branch Well
seal, third chamber's from the hood Branch out, and everytime you see don I'm up to no good... motherfucker Splash that Chorus [cappadonna] I'm all alone, I
my head Gonna swim in the ocean until i'm dead Let the infection spread On my way to texas Drive up on my ranch Gonna take you fishin' up big branch Well
we finally saw a deer as big as a horse Harold had him in his cross hairs (Shoot him!) But that squirrel jumped off of a branch above us And landed in
gaffer taped in the middle say a prayer, save face Get yourself together and (See whats happening) Shut up! (Fuck you!) Fuck you I'm sorry I could
MC Chris ownz I wanna go to an MC Chris show But he doesn't tour, so in the meantime I'm gonna memorize all of his rhymes I'm lit like a branch davidian
How to be a playa man? You gots to be a playa man How to be a playa man? You gots to be a playa man See I'm 'bout to smack me a bitch, 'cause all my
you gon' pull your guns on me? Nah man, I'm a big kid with big dreams You gon' treat me like you know that I'm only sixteen Huh, well fuck it right? Shut
[Wiz Khalifa] I?m smoking everywhere I go (No stick, no seeds, just Al Green) I always gotta keep one rolled (I keep that, need that, got that) I?m rolling
kids hear a nigga speak on gettin' money Ain't nothin' funny, green, got a nigga seein' things Why, hit the lye hope to God I can fly Lethal weapon I'm a
a chance to advance fuck them worrin' bitches Penitentiary's a possibility, bust and pray Wear a rubber so I live to fuck another day, hey Ain't nothin' strange, I'm
time, any time I'm just crazy about you darlin' You're one in a million Or I'd like to be like a great big bumble bee I'd live in a hive that was
for a nut. Cop: I said get down from there! Peeper: Down I go. [Slam, slam, slam, slam] Peeper: Ohh. Woman: I hope they put you im for a long time
Go get your hard hat Here's a nickel, go get us a ruler and a saw And a drill and lots of graph paper Yo, I used to have a rope ladder but tattered were