i've gotta do Open your heart...and you'll see... If it won't stop, there will be no future for us Its heart is tied down by all the hate, gotta set
'em over the hill Just glide, close your mouth and open the blinds Took the wings off a bird and let it float to the side Say (What?) to hear me callin
your ass man with flame, urinate in the brain Ladies react move with panties off with the prawns Imposter from the Barbados Private jets shock your island 40 Oz. undercover with a cashmere Your fake Gucci glasses, your
? Thirty five smalls a ring of games? But I'ma crush him with the black 40 double L's I send two niggaz back up top, and come back We chop up rock, by midnight, we open
of shock (shock!) And I'm a killa whale but nigga check my pimp walk So bust that, crush that, crush that Cuh-crack crack! That's how that nigga's neck
knock life, then you pass away" They say sleep is the cousin of death, so my eyes wide open 'Cause a dream is kin to your last breath Russian an' this 40
heart it was down at my feet Jumped up to my throat in a hurry Like a young summer's day she was sweet He opened the door to the kitchen And he called
of shock (shock!) And I'm a killa whale but nigga check my pimp glock So bust that, crush that, crush that Cuh-crack crack! That's how that nigga's
be flipping the scripts, ripping through hoods coming equipped Lifts out of my lyrics, sippin' forties in a whip Organized, rise, raise up the level, surprise Niggaz, watch Prince open your
top of your ribs Red stuff comes out of squibs like a Hollywood script Bitch niggaz on the floor screamin' for mommy and shit Cardiologists hook up the heart
of games? but I'ma crush him with the black 40 double-L's I send two niggaz back up top, and come back we chop up rock, by midnight, we open up shop It
Poetry] I be flipping the scripts, ripping through hoods coming equipped Lifts out of my lyrics sippin forties in a whip Organized, rise raise up the level surprise! Niggaz watch Prince, open your
Imposter from the Barbados Private jets shock your island 40 oz. undercover with a cashmere Your fake Gucci glasses, your jacket's made out of reindeer Jealous, I know you act like you don't hear
of your ribs Red stuff comes out of squibs like a Hollywood script Bitch niggaz on the floor screamin' for mommy and shit Cardiologists hook up the heart
games? but I'ma crush him with the black 40 double-L's I send two niggaz back up top, and come back we chop up rock, by midnight, we open up shop It'