Your love means the world to me. Words could not express the joy you bring. Your love moves me tenderly. To have you by my side means everything.. I'll sing.
And so, my fellow Americans. Ask not, "What your country can do for you?". Ask what you can do for your country?". And now, back to New York. . Heart as, hard as, Chinese arithmetic.
Juveniles won't smile, vows are reckless. Sexless race less souls unrespected. Hooligans and street urchins lurkin'. Doin' hoods, a neighborhood's worst person.
Today I'm prepared to bring specific charges. Against certain members working in an industry. That reaches into every household in the country. . 3rd Bass.
The next selection is bass filled. Musical composition, entitled. Microphone techniques. Please check it out. . Get up everybody, it's time to sway okay.
Don't drink the milk. Why?. It's spoiled. . Eyes slow to open, alarm clock's broken. I'm steppin' out the bed but ain't a booty line spoken. Stick a 40 to my lips, I sips and I guzzle.
You do not dig them, so you say. Try them, try them and you may. Try them and you may, I say. . Slave drivers on your dollar bills that builds upon your ignorance.
Knock, knock, knock, knock, come in, come in. Knock, knock, knock, knock, come in, come in. Knock, knock, knock, knock, come in. Who's at my door?. (I don't know but let him in).
Dipset, Killa, Street's what it is. . I done stopped and styled hummers, rock for wild summers. The nerve in me, these courtesy of Crocodile Hunter. (That's right).
Before we get into this Killa Season. Let's start this shit off with my man 40 Cal. . Who am I? 40 Cal. motherfucker. Gat to your back, get down motherfucker.
Hell Rell:. Oh we told y'all niggaz last time it was More Than Music. Y'all ain't wanna listen huh, okay. Ruger (Rell) Ruger (Rell). Check it man, okay.
When I cook up that coke I'm like. (Woo hoo). And when the feens taste it. (Woo hoo). . You know the lace it and base it. Tell em to paste it, man they gettin' wasted.
Drinks up high every time I hit the party. Shots, shots, shots, shots,'cause it's time to get retarded. Everybody, everybody grab a motherfucking cup.
start to grill kids with the quickness. finish rappin' with the sickness. start to grill kids with the quickness. finish rappin' with the sickness. . Oh it's a yip, yip photofinish.
You got beef then go on and run on up, we ain't worried about nothin'. Half of y'all doin' nothin' but bluffin', you got beef then go on and run on up.
He he, yeah that's that shit right there. Is this that shit that make a nigga just. It remind me of, matter of fact I'ma tell y'all. I wasn't gonna share this but I'll share it witch'all.