I did not hear I did not feel while you were gone My blood was cold, I was a stone You were my own, while you were gone Because you are my beating heart You
I know you like right Kid Cudi, my nephew blaze that shit Right now would you, would you right? Snoop Dogg in the house tonight Blazing that Lakers herb that I know you
from them poems and them songs, in my zone and im gone and she gone But she gone home she say no and she say she on n-gga f-ck that she gone open up we gone
no trace found with you face, bounce, stuck Your pig scanners can't come close touch or even hit me Doin' my dirt, puttin' in work, you see shit, what you gonna do? You
right what the party like are you as live as I Come roll with me so we can ride the sky but only if you let me play with you while we ridin' high 'cause
touching mines When you listen to my shit you don't chew, you don't breathe You don't miss a fucking line Every time I spit, I tick to show you it'
here please If sexy were a virus Then you have a disease Slamming is your styling Let me speak for a while and Tell you all about the grand slamming (Why are you
of the senseless strikes again! Words were spoken, lies were told My broken bones displayed in acid rain Mission terminated while you wait Her flowers burning in a blaze
work, you see shit, what you gonna do? Chorus (E. D. I. Amin): You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz You
you My bitches freak nasty in front of you If I give her the word, she'll swallow a few Gargle it too Cease game stick like glue Crazy, a lotta you tell You
Figured out a long time ago, Nothing's as it seems don't you know, Go underground if you want the scoop, 'cause the population's out the loop, You know
blaze on, blaze on Didi dodi didi dodi day Didi dodi didi dodi day Play on Blaze on Blaze on Play on Play on Blaze on Blaze on Play on
from taking it over This is crack music, go get the baking soda 300 Bars and Runnin, nigga the wait is over I'm gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone
If he ain't Cube or Pac then who you got? We getting tired of you talkin about who you shot I'll use another six bars to tell you who you not You ain
my God but that man could play Were you ever out in the great alone when the moon was awful clear And the icy mountains hemmed you in with a silence you
-- my God! but that man could play. Were you ever out in the Great Alone, when the moon was awful clear, And the icy mountains hemmed you in with a silence you