swear my everything, you're not just all I have You're all I need You're not just all I have, you're all I need You're not just all I have I mean these
bury the living And bring life to the dead, to the dead One hundred years of waiting Thirty six thousand days Fifty two million seconds Six billion start to pray… Your every move
your jewels are like a menu And trust me nigga we intend to eat Fuck around and cross that I-395 You just run into a bunch of dead end streets Niggas
What's up? What's up? What's up? You wanna try your luck You move you weave you bob you got stuck And now you're trippin with your fuckin brain You
got the biggest boulders right here motherfucker These motherfucking rocks fat Hey, at ten o'clock, I don't wanna see None of y'all little niggas up
? I got the biggest boulders right here motherfucker These motherfucking rocks fat, Hey, at ten 'o clock I don't wanna see None of y'all little niggas
of your prayer Got you runnin' for your life without a minute to spare Catch you dead to the granite, melt the grease in your hair When I go, them boys
the fuck want more lessons? It's over Know what I'm sayin'? it's over The dead bury the dead, it's over Your career, it's over All you wack MC's it's
the city, the cops is hot for me The projects is full of bullets, the bodies is dropping There ain't no stopping me, constantly moving while making millions Witnessing killings, leaving dead
's with Noodles, we'll do this dude while he's slurping spaghetti Everybody kiss the fucking floor, Joey Crack, buck em all If they move, Noodles shoot that fucking whore Dead
Beatles' With Noodles, we'll do this dude while he's slurpin' spaghetti Everybody kiss the fuckin' floor, Joey Crack, buck 'em all If they move, Noodles shoot that fuckin' whore Dead
ducks Everybody in your crew sucks Punk muthafucks Fuck critics, fuck your review Even if you like me, FUCK YOU! Fuck your Mom, fuck your Mom's Mama
just ride, and don't waste the Whiz. (Shh) All aboard. If you think you can hang For wicked shit, this is your train All aboard Ain't shit out
construction in your stomach tucked in Leave you with Maalox and Castor oil of toxic waste Your area's vacant with where house aroma Cat turds and horse drops your
I am crack Who want with I? You want it with I? I'll shoot one in your eye, you'll lose one of your eyes I'll jam, move and slump ya Leave ya body in
This is recreation, set your station, and get your place in A comfy seat, pump this beat, Pressure will set the occasion, For your entertainment I work
