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Geuss Who\'s Bizack?
Guess who's bizack?
You still smellin crack in my clothes Don't make me have to relapse on these hoes Take it back out to taxin them roads When I was huggin it, [censored] couldn't do nuttin wit it Straight from the oven wit it - came from the dirt I emerged from it all without a stain on my shirt You can blame my old earth, for the [censored] she instilled in me Still with me, pain plus work [censored] she made me milk this game for all it's worth That's right, these [censored] can't [censored] with me I'm callin guts everytime, drag my nuts everytime Homey, we make a great combination don't we? Me and the Face Mob, everytime we face-off Face it y'all, y'all [censored] playin basic ball I'm on the block like I'm eight feet tall Homey, I'm in the drop with the AC on That's why the, streets embrace me dawg, I'm so cool! |
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Re: Geuss Who\'s Bizack?
Guess who's bizack?
Back on the block with the old Face Mob Mack Mittens and Hov' Don't make me relapse Back to the block with the fo' Cuz this street [censored] is all I know |
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Re: Geuss Who\'s Bizack?
Jigga what, Jigga who, he a [censored]' jigga-boo
Playahater I don't play them games You got beef with Killa, [censored], say my name You shy, he snortin' raw, or they reported wrong My paper long, I be on any resort ya on The muscle muscle tussles I give I got homes where you hide, I hustle where you live So get the K's, I'm Mr. K, he fish filet He only go to Marcy on Christmas Day You not Santa [censored] clothes from Bertoff 'Fore you murk off why don't you drop work off Or, sign a rapper from the borough, get off Jeezy dick And Rick Ross [censored], but he a jerk-off I done dust and fried him, the fans must oblige him Called the sandals slippers, can't justify 'em We the Byrdgang, you a bird head You do flip-flops, step up, hermes I from the rap blocks, the rats, and have knots Only G-4 I'm on is a laptop Got me over-depressed, [censored] HOV is a mess It's G-5 minimum or Global Express Goddag (dag) we livin' in Baghdad You got no style, dip inside the swag bag See bad past, Benz's, black Jag I'm tremendous, my pants from sack sag And the guns are imported and exquisite He out of retirement, Jordan on the Wizard |
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Re: Geuss Who\'s Bizack?
I never asked for nothin I don't demand of myself
Honesty, loyalty, friends and then wealth Death before dishonor and I tell you what else I tighten my belt 'fore I beg for help Foolish pride is what held me together through the years I wasn't felt which is why I ain't never played myself I just play the hand I'm dealt, I can't say I've never knelt before God and asked for better cards at times to no avail But I never sat back feelin sorry for myself If you don't give me heaven I'll raise hell 'Til it's heaven |
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Re: Geuss Who\'s Bizack?
Oh
I cannot explain everytime it's the same Oh I feel that it's real take my heart. I've been lonely too long oh I can't be so strong Take the chance for romance take my heart. I need you so - there's no time - I'll ever go. Cheri Cheri Lady - going through a motion Love is where you find it listen to your heart. Cheri Cheri Lady - livin' in devotion |
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Re: Geuss Who\'s Bizack?
sick wie cool ihr alle seid....
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Re: Geuss Who\'s Bizack?
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sick wie cool ihr alle seid.... [/ QUOTE ] Baby, du bist die, von der isch immer geträumt hab, Deine Lippen schmecken mir wie Eis an einem hitzigen Sonntag, Hör gut zu, weil isch dir sag, dass du die Welt für misch bist, Wenn du nischt mehr hier bist, dann hält misch hier nischts. Es war Liebe auf den ersten Blick, Dein Respekt ist für mich so groß unersetzlisch, Wir liefen Hand in Hand Am großen Meeresstrand. Girl, du bist die, die ich brauch und begehre, Neben dir fühl isch mich, als wenn ich nichts wäre, Und wenn du jetzt glaubst, das alles hieße nichts, Dann hast du falsch geglaubt, denn Girl ISCH LIEBE DISCH. [Refrain:] Wo bist du, mein Sonnenlicht? Ich suche disch und vermisse disch. Ich respektiieer nuuuur disch, Damit du's weißt: Isch liebe disch. Ich vermisse deinen Atem, der mich zart berührt, der mein Herz verführt. Ganz egal, was auch passiert, Ich hol dir den Himmel mit Sternenstaub glasiert. Bis ans Ende vom Regenbogen, werde das Glück von den Engeln holen. Ich kann ohne disch nicht sein, Wir müssen uns wieder verein'. Wo bist du, mein Sonnenlicht? Ich suche disch und vermisse disch. Ich respektiieer nuuuur disch, Damit du's weißt: Isch liebe disch. Wo bist du, mein Sonnenlicht? Ich suche disch und vermisse disch. Ich respektiieer nuuuur disch, Damit du's weißt: Isch liebe disch. Wo bist du, mein Sonnenlicht? Ich suche disch und vermisse disch. Ich respektiieer nuuuur disch, Damit du's weißt: Isch liebe disch. Wo bist du, mein Sonnenlicht? Ich suche disch und vermisse disch. Ich respektiieer nuuuur disch, Damit du's weißt: Isch liebe disch. Baby, wo bist du? Du bist mein Sonnenlicht. Ich suche disch und vermisse disch, Baby. Schatz, ich respektier nur disch. Damit du's weißt: Ich liebe disch, Baby. Isch liieebe disch. |
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Re: Geuss Who\'s Bizack?
untergrund: primitiv
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Re: Geuss Who\'s Bizack?
Too much West coast dick-lickin, and too many [censored] on a mission
Doin your best Jay-Z rendition Too many rough mother-[censored], I got my suspicions that you're just a fish in a pool of sharks [censored], listen Too many bitches wanna be ladies, so if you a hoe I'ma call you a hoe, too many bitches are shady Too many ladies give these [censored] too many chances Too many brothers wannabe lovers don't know what romance is Too many bitches stuck up from too many sexual advances No question; Jay-Z got too many answers I been around this block, too many times Rocked, too many rhymes, cocked, too many nines, too To all my brothers it ain't too late to come together Cause too much black and too much love, equal forever I don't follow any guidelines cause too many [censored] ride mine so I change styles every two rhymes, hah, what the [censored] That's 22 too's for y'all [censored] out there, yaknahmean? Shall I continue? Check it out, what? |
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