Spitta: lames cant feel us we catch flights jet life jet life Verse 1: uhh i got a girlfriend and a mistriss 7 chevys in my driveway im so hood rich
deep shit Now you hittin the floor when I come through Kickin down your door like a predator Spittin lyrics in metaphors All you rap cats thinkin you the shit My
down And if they step on your toes Shut 'em down, shut 'em down Shut 'em down, shut 'em down, shut 'em down Shut 'em down, shut 'em down, shut 'em down
own yo own is these fuckin' street's So on my own, i'ma put myself on these fuckin' street's I'm sick and tired of livin' life is these city blues I got to get my
nigga down But I'm a hound, I hate to do it to my own kind But ain't love, if you takin' mine Lyin' think and behind, say what's up to My nine milli
Drop Tryin to have all my C'z niggaz shoot for the stars My nine stars spread bullets like grey poupon I'm tryin to ice on my wrist and on my arm
my only source of light when the mics use to mean something, the four was like you was the shit, now it's like the least you get 3 and a half now which
cunt Nah, not really, 'cause my girl would surely kill me I only rest my cock when my XBOX enthrills me [Chorus] [Verse 3] [Aesop Rock] MURS is my
bought my sampler tapes (sole: "i wanna be down") Make sure every one sheet snippet tape flyer sticker and t-shirt Got a representation of my
on everybody sing along if you heard it Heard it for free now gettin' Gs to reword it Seed and the weed be my pride and joy Holdin down for my thugs screamin
who got himself too close to the light Except I didn't burn, I turned cold after that night [Hook] [Verse 3] I went on with my life, college and my
moth who got himself too close to the light Except I didn't burn, I turned cold after that night [Hook] [Verse 3] I went on with my life, college and my
loud because we ride [Chorus] [Verse 3] See I felt my bones jump as I crossed the road I heard the squad was wiped up so I flipped my mode On my way
release me on my own ???? bak on the streets with no employment no doubt without no cheese up in my pocket tell me how can I have enjoyment throughout my life
I'm attacking tape recorders while I'm holding down this fortress Chorus 1, 2, 3 follow after he Christ is the Son of the Almighty 1, 2, 3 follow
Had a heart attack I'm living on my own now My black boots and my state green all I own And a burning desire for a microphone I see my little man tiah
they tripping and pulling me out of my bathtub dragging me through my house hollering cus I'm getting shocked in my mouth they stealing my possessions gapping everything I own took my
Jehovah: Read in my book of lies of atrocities, blood and sacrifice! My temples erected in gold and bone The stupid sheep turn their head to the blind