driver in new york city I've got seven kids on the lower east side I'm not a strong man, I'm not very pretty But in rush hour hell you should see me drive
driver in New York City I've got seven kids on the lower east side I'm not a strong man, I'm not very pretty But in rush hour hell you should see me drive
niggas making plans with the cops Trying to figure how to make this animal stop Who these niggas trying to take down Break down, tray pound, eight rounds
friend and I did drive, On a day in early winter I was glad to be alive. We went to see some friends of his Who lived upon a farm. Strange and gentle
that shit aight Yo!! [Verse One:] Started off on the island, AK Shaolin Niggaz whylin, gun shots thrown the phone dialin Back in the days of eight now
: i got in a tussle with a stranger on the train his face was familiar but i couldn't place the name it got to be ugly ?? i hope that no-one who could
I swallow my pocket change to a dime. No discreet street patriotic language. I am Procrustes, A villain of Greek mythology who made his strange victim
ourselves. To breathe is not enough. Yes sir, I Will. When you woke this morning you looked so rocky-eyed, Blue and white normally, but strange ringed
hack driver in New York City I've got seven kids on the lower east side I'm not a strong man, I'm not very pretty But in rush hour hell you should see me drive
t give up, gotta keep ya head up yo, just keep going, For real, Uh, yea, uh, yeah! [Verse 1:] Straight out the burning flames, Lifestyle da name, Only eight
you wanna talk about your triple beam dream It's ironic cause you pass eight-grade maths You don't know the half, third, fourth or fifth Ain't old enough to drive
A friend and I did drive, On a day in early winter I was glad to be alive. We went to see some friends of his Who lived upon a farm. Strange and gentle
past somebody lookin strange He's lookin for a hit for veins or he'll blow out somebody's brains Even the shorties livin naughty lives Walkin around, even drive
when I got an e-mail From a real-life, honest to goodness female Why she'd want to talk to me, I don't know But it gave me a strange feeling down below
R&I and came up with [King Kirk] Respond like James Bond to this con named Don milli-ons in his palms, sellin' neutron bombs Time 6 a.m., agent mayhem and eight
