I ain't never had me a single round in a professional, boxin' ring. I'm whatcha call a street fighter, a knuckle brawler. Knives, beer bottles, chairs, chains, rocks, sticks, tire irons, and even teeth. Ya name it. I've seen 'em all. And I tell ya what. When it comes to fightin, ' the quickest way to double your money in a fight is to fold it over. That don't mean ya give up or quit. It means ya work with whatcha got and whatcha know.
i got plenty i got plenty clothes and when they call me wit man i got platny of .. use to be a neighborhood star when i came through now they shout superstar when i come through. so whatcha want i the man where i am from so whatcha want so want u want .. say i am the man where im from im a mother.. man where im from . i put the louys on my feet and brush the hate off. cuz when they tell me i got flavor like steak sauce. your girl chill like dag where she really at. she want to suck and swallow like where we at.
I'M STILL ON MORE TIMES TRYIN' PAY THE BILLS WITH RYHMES CRIMINAL THOUGHTS MAKES MY NINE IN THE PICTURE MUCH CLEARER ITS THE BIGGEST DIVA MAMA CAT OFF THE TOP OPEN SHOT ON YOUR BLOCK AND DROP THE SHIT YOUR SYSTEM'S GOT WHAT NO LIMIT SOLDIERS KICKIN' UP DUST IN YOUR FACE ROWDY ROWDY WHEN WE MARCH IN THE PLACE WE FACE NONE NIGGA DON'T YOU EVER COME FUCKED UP TRYIN' STUN OFF FLEX YOU GET MORE HOES THAN A HAIR NET MISS X BE THE ONE TRU SOLDIERS CALL MAMA DRAMA REGULATOR LYRICAL LADY ALLIGATOR FADE YA MOTHERFUCKERS NOW WHATCHA WHATCHA WANT DO BITCH WE COMIN' THROUGH BOUT TO RUN OVER YOU WE TRU
C-Murder F/ Fiend
MR. WHATCHACALLEM, WHATCHA DOING TONIGHT? HOPE YOU'RE IN THE MOOD BECAUSE I'M FEELING JUST RIGHT. HOW'S ABOUT A CORNER WITH A TABLE FOR TWO? WHERE THE MUSIC'S MELLOW IS A GAY RENDEZVOUS. THERE'S NO CHANCE ROMANCING WITH A BLUE ATTITUDE. YOU KNOW YOU GOT TO DO SOME DANCING TO GET IN THE MOOD.
Whatcha gonna do to this? You may be older than me, but you're new to this. Cause I been out there, queen of MC's, When your man was walkin' round in mocknecks and Lee's. While you were over here perpetratin' a fraud, I was overseas on the charts with Boy George. You're the beginner, Shante's the winner, Havin' other competition for dinner. Sit you on the table with a plate and cup, Say grace...and then eat your ass up.
Half of them kept repeating my name, trying to get it right, while the other half laughed. But they were harmless. Fun drunks make a nice addition to any party: Not looking to fight. Not looking to score. Just looking to get drunk and laugh. I remember those guys. Like the mascots of the party. "Clay! Whatcha doon here? Bah-ha-ha-ha!
You're looking at the reflection of perfection. You're looking at the man who gets all your attention. You're looking at the man with the biggest arm. At the man, with the greatest charm, the man in Chicago who will do harm to the guy three doors down. Whatcha gonna do, when you know who? How ya gonna deal, with the man of steel? How ya gonna react to Sonnen's attack?
Whatcha doin', Freak Girl?" --------------------------- "What does it look like, brainiac?" I shot back, even surprising myself with the force of my jab. "I'll give you three guesses. No, wait. Don't strain yourself. Wouldn't want to hurt your head." I waved a flyer in his face, channeling my inner mean girl. "See these? I'm hanging them...on a...wall!" I spoke the last part slowly, as if addressing a dim-witted child. Which wasn't far off the mark, now that I thought about it. "With tape," I added, waving at the dispenser. "You know-sticky, sticky!
I TAKE A BEATING MAKE YOUR MIND I GIVE IT MY SOUL I GOT YEARS IN THE GAME I'M 26 YEARS OLD MAN I'VE BEEN LOCKED UP BUT NEVER HAD TO DO TIME THAT'S DOESN'T MEAN I NEVER EVER HAD TO DO A CRIME EVERYBODY THINKS THEY KNOW ME BUT I SWEAR THAT THEY DON'T WANNA ACT LIKE THEYLL SHOOT HIM BUT I KNOW THAT THEY WON'T I'M A MOTHERFUCKING G I DON'T CARE WHATCHA THINK I DID LAPS AROUND THE BLOCK NOW I'M BACK ON THE BRINK I GOT NIGGAS THAT WHO CRAK BITCHES WHO SUCK DUCK BROTHERS WHO DEAD AND GONE THIS IS FUCKED SHIT SPEAK FROM MY MIND MAN IF THIS IS MY TIME I ONLY SPEAK THE TRUTH HOMIE I AIN'T WASTING A LINE AND I AIN'T WASTING A LINE SEE THAT'S A WASTE OF MY TIME I AIN'T WASTING MY TIME BITCH THAT'S LIKE WASTING OF MY GRIND GOT A LOT ON MY MIND IN JUST SHORT TIME I'M A SPIT WHAT I SPIT AND DROP IT ONLINE
I landed on my side, my hip taking the brunt of the fall. It burned and stung from the hit, but I ignored it and struggled to sit up quickly. There really was no point in hurrying so no one would see. Everyone already saw A pair of jean-clad legs appeared before me, and my suitcase and all my other stuff was dropped nearby. "Whatcha doing down there?" Romeo drawled, his hands on his hips as he stared down at me with dancing blue eyes. "Making a snow angel, " I quipped. I glanced down at my hands, which were covered with wet snow and bits of salt (to keep the pavement from getting icy). Clearly, ice wasn't required for me to fall. A small group of girls just "happened by", and by that I mean they'd been staring at Romeo with puppy dog eyes and giving me the stink eye. When I fell, they took it as an opportunity to descend like buzzards stalking the dead. Their leader was the girl who approached me the very first day I'd worn Romeo's hoodie around campus and told me he'd get bored. As they stalked closer, looking like clones from the movie Mean Girls, I caught the calculating look in her eyes. This wasn't going to be good. I pushed up off the ground so I wouldn't feel so vulnerable, but the new snow was slick and my hand slid right out from under me and I fell back again. Romeo was there immediately, the teasing light in his eyes gone as he slid his hand around my back and started to pull me up. "Careful, babe." he said gently. The girls were behind him so I knew he hadn't seen them approach. They stopped as one unit, and I braced myself for whatever their leader was about to say. She was wearing painted-on skinny jeans (I mean, really, how did she sit down and still breathe?) and some designer coat with a monogrammed scarf draped fashionably around her neck. Her boots were high-heeled, made of suede and laced up the back with contrasting ribbon. "Wow, " she said, opening her perfectly painted pink lips. "I saw that from way over there. That sure looked like it hurt." She said it fairly amicably, but anyone who could see the twist to her mouth as she said it would know better. Romeo paused in lifting me to my feet. I felt his eyes on me. Then his lips thinned as he turned and looked over his shoulder. "Ladies, " he said like he was greeting a group of welcomed friends. Annoyance prickled my stomach like tiny needles stabbing me. It's not that I wanted him to be rude, but did he have to sound so welcoming? "Romeo, " Cruella DeBarbie (I don't know her real name, but this one fit) purred. "Haven't you grown bored of this clumsy mule yet?" Unable to stop myself, I gasped and jumped up to my feet. If she wanted to call me a mule, I'd show her just how much of an ass I could be. Romeo brought his arm out and stopped me from marching past. I collided into him, and if his fingers hadn't knowingly grabbed hold to steady me, I'd have fallen again. "Actually, " Romeo said, his voice calm, "I am pretty bored." Three smirks were sent my way. What a bunch of idiots. "The view from where I'm standing sure leaves a lot to be desired." One by one, their eyes rounded when they realized the view he referenced was them. Without another word, he pivoted around and looked down at me, his gaze going soft. "No need to make snow angels, baby, " he said loud enough for the slack-jawed buzzards to hear. "You already look like one standing here with all that snow in your hair." Before I could say a word, he picked me up and fastened his mouth to mine. My legs wound around his waist without thought, and I kissed him back as gentle snow fell against our faces.