hall of fame Not just a player, I'm a pro lover (Lover) Not just a player, I'm a pro lover (Lover) Not just a player, I'm a pro lover (Lover) Better
Vamos disfruta el presente ya!. Nada en la vida es para siempre hermano, escucha la voz de esta gente que dice: nada en esta vida nos pertenece para siempre
See me comin' to town with my soul Straight down out of the world with my fingers Holdin' onto the devil I know All my troubles'll hang on your trigger
There was a clubhouse, only kept special guests in Place much darker than the room I rest in Creepy spot where the dust covers the floor And some fishin
Speakin' of this art form, the slang is dangerous MC's are like sperm cells, a gang of us Fightin' to reach the egg, bikin' and lose a leg Odds are like
Pro tools Took her off the showroom floor no money down Near the Chrysler buildin' in the heart of Midtown Two hundred horse-power under the hood Junk
All I need is a beat with a continuous loop And a live vibe that'll hypnotize like the flute Along with somethin' that's rugged by nature like the forest
What goes around, comes around In his own iniquity he dies, through Columbian ties Faded back to the essence, still forced to learn a lesson All debts
I'm in the schoolyard rhymin' with my brother Jamel and Ra' Allah Vibe and took the beat and imaginin' how far The sound travel at the turn of the volume
[Ka] Thought life rest in a .45, aim for head, chest fortified Sons look for revenge, out of stress, daughters cry Got to do it here, can't afford to
He was raised in a house where he got scared of attention Twisted yet methodical mind, not to mention Circus like atmosphere, story book upbringin' Neighborhood
I got scientist killas that'll jam your cell phone Send a text message, kill you off with a ringtone High pitched noise on your brain, it's heavy Autopsy
He's runnin' in a short race, shoelace untied Head down, facial expression he can't hide Kid with no direction, seems confused A victim who spent years
The echo chamber enhance the flow with the block party Keep an MC head spinnin' like Dark Bacardi, this BAC is 2.3 Now the liver's damaged, but his lungs
You ever seen someone who roll With Mayweather, rhyme like Ricky Hatton Smash whatever you throw, a thousand is what I'm battin' Got a few hooks with
Xaphoon, you crazy... Crazy, crazy, crazy, cra, cra, cra, crazy... Can I rock to this rhyme? You're not on my mind, They said we blowin up, don't jump
happen and sometimes They have to be sorted. You know I'd love it - a little us would be sweet - but don't take that from your pro-life pal, she doesn
mistakes happen And sometimes they have to be sorted. You know I'd love it, a little us would be sweet But don't take that from your pro-life pal She
