Generation lost they saying they can't reach us. The answer is the Lord like Saturday Night Fever. I kept in the crib it made me a light sleeper, whether watching for the Feds or avoiding the Grim Reaper. — Malice (Clipse Copy Share Image
And still don't nothing move but the money, nothing like 50 bricks, wrapped like the Mu-mmy. With the return ensures the Second Coming. — Malice (Clipse Copy Share Image
Hell, even my garage a menage, Like my hoes exotic, same as my cars. Million-dollar deposit, you suffer from withdrawals, I got in the… — Malice (Clipse Copy Share Image
And talk about how I would lounge with fly women, how I was flossing in clubs in fine linen (preach on). Hopping in them… — Malice (Clipse Copy Share Image
Ever since, I was young, never talk to the folk; Tongue small like a rudder, yet steer the 'ole boat! Loose lip the reason… — Malice (Clipse Copy Share Image
I'm the era of the juice crew, don't let that dookie noose you. 1 and 1 is 2, its just as simple as Blue's… — Malice (Clipse Copy Share Image
I taught you how to cut it, cook it on hot stoves. I taught you how to share em, when fucking with hot hos.… — Malice (Clipse Copy Share Image
The 50 in the duffel won't crush, It settles to the bottom like dust, fuck what ya heard, you ain't countin' paper like us.… — Malice (Clipse Copy Share Image
It's not for you to do as I do rather do as I say. These footsteps could lead you astray, Lead you to the… — Malice (Clipse Copy Share Image
Goddamn the boy's back. For pushing a mountain of snowcaps to avoiding the kojak. — Malice (Clipse Copy Share Image
Mum's the word, that's hustler's etiquette; Ya rather hang yourself, than turn state evidence. — Malice (Clipse Copy Share Image
Generation lost they saying they can't reach us. The answer is the Lord like Saturday Night Fever. I kept in the crib it made… — Malice (Clipse Copy Share Image
Canary yellow diamonds size of yield signs, slow down and procede with caution. Carousal of horses with dual-exhaustion. — Malice (Clipse Copy Share Image
The pioneer of the coke rap, I'm dancing with the stars stepping on blow doing the toe-tap. The dope return like I had it… — Malice (Clipse Copy Share Image
No whore, that's not love, we was fucking, I was in search of a chicken head; you was clucking and I was lusting — Malice (Clipse Copy Share Image
Daddys in a better place entering golden doors. With ivory all white pillars and marble floors. Brand new physical frame with no flaws, On… — Malice (Clipse Copy Share Image
