"Trust" by 7Seconds from "The Crew" Hey now I've this feeling That I've never felt before, I know it ain't cool to say this now. But I can't help the
a head with no screws in it, what can I do One life to live but I got nuttin to lose, just me and you on a one way trip to prison, sellin drugs We all
One nigga beamin, faggot ass Lay on the floor ya fuck! Tied his broken arm to his Hush Puppies Wrapped around trauma, everything realer than fuck Tajuana left my nigga niece live
style was born in the 50 stair cases Dig it, eff a rap critic, he talk about it while I live it If Red got the blunt, I'm the second one to hit it Look
a head with no screws in it, what can I do One life to live but I got nuttin' to lose, just me and you On a one way trip to prison, sellin' drugs We
head with no screws in it, what can I do One life to live but I got nuttin to lose, just me and you on a one way trip to prison, sellin drugs We all
style was born in the 50 stair cases Dig it, eff a rap critic He talk about it while I live it If Red got the blunt, I'm the second one to hit it Look
, rhyming's my profession Watch how I do this stupid grindin' and perfectin' Who's flyer when I step in got 'em spyin' every second 'Cause that 06 charger remind 'em of a 7
a living hell, which is not true. There's a lot of favors I'm prepared to do You do one for Mama She'll do one for you. l'd be your friend if you let
cases Dig it, ff a rap critic he talk about it while I live it If Red got the blunt, I'm the second one to hit it Look up in the, I got the verbs, nouns
Intro: Boys and girls Scarface: I remember in the 80's me and pops would rock In a 7 0 chevy with the drops in slot Use to pass me pepsi cola while he
My style was born in the 50 stair cases, Dig it "F" a rap critic, He talk about it while I live it, If Red got the blunt I'm the second one to hit it [
the 50 stair cases Dig it, eff a rap critic He talk about it while I live it If Red got the blunt, Im the second one to hit it [Verse Six: Redman]
that I'm a maab till I drop I know one day it's gon' get better when the sun get to shine cause in the rain we forever duckin one time and to my brother
Watch how I do this stupid grindin and perfectin Who's flyer when I step in got em spyin every second, cause that 06 Charger remind em of a 7 Yes man
tungsten Son of urban confusion hatched in a pit where the brutes live Put the stogie out in my palm and then grin (I'm the rudest) Serotonin deficient living
