Talk about it. You don't live it, you talk about it. Talk about it. You don't live it, you talk about it. Niggas talking it but ain't living it. Read it and weep on him.
Order, order, has the jury reached a verdict?. Yes, we have Your Honor. In the case of the people of the state of New York. Versus Robert Ross, we find the defendant.
Y'all ain't ready. (The saga continues). Tootsie rolls. (We still here). Yo, PD, Bad Boy, Alumni, BR. . I had this bad bitch uptown, she was whoa. (That's crazy).
The scratching of paper and pen reminds me. Of a song I wrote two years back. I remember each and every line like a photo. Glued to the lids of my eyes.