People think that I'm conceited, and I'm not a nice person.
I wish I could see outta two eyes.
We might be workers, but we are not happy go-lucky jungle bunnies.
Hiphop has remained in an infantile stage and has not been allowed to grow.
You commit a felony, it does not matter who you are, you could be deported.
Wassup dear? Sup babe? What street you by? On 5th Bout to hit the West Side High