it F-A-V-R, E, yep It's wrong, other words I just f-cked my RV up Bitch, it's on again yeah, break that Klonopin in half While I smoke some chronic in
holla if you feel this If hurt and misery is who you chill with Mo City my hood it forever be my block Never thought I'd see the day it'd hand me over
clever tells the pear on his quest with the terrorist sending MC to the therapist my microphone will be a family heirloom hmm, awaits a white rappers dominate rappers on
the Octagon with two razors Bet cha'all didn't know I had a fake arm I lost it, wild and raw before rap, I was gettin' it on Took a fat nigga out in like
your body movements are like a string climb It's too easy for me to trip you up (fighting) Hehehe, how's it feel, huh? It's no fair, I'm afraid my back
Octagon with two razors Bet cha'all didn't know I had a fake arm I lost it, wild and raw before rap, I was gettin' it on Took a fat nigga out in like
vollyballin And this presi lookin like somebody pottied on it I dont gotta join illuminati just to get a new Bugatti I'm just ridin I done put a thousand miles on
d, the d, the y, the d, the i, the d is diddy (hold up) Is diddy (c'mon,that shit's crazy) The d, the i, the d, the d, the y, the d, the I , the d is
shit start addin' up, we gettin' smart Now we on Broadway, coppin' our own bench Bring it home and put it in bottles, send us a rottle Drink a old ease grem like it
, makin' History, makin' a change. Yeah all the project blowedians, all the tape Slangers, all the record pushers. This goes out to everybody doin' it on
my niggaz down in Houston on candy paint All my niggaz in the Dirty South, Miami Mayne All my niggaz in the A-T-L throwin' dem bones All them thugs that send
't survive in South Central Now you realize it's not all that it's cracked up to be You realize that it's fucked up! It ain't nothin' like the shit you
I can see by the way you walk You've never been with a man before And I can see by the way that you look at me That you'd sort of like to try it with
was tough I hopped on one foot and finished up the game I thought if I succeeded I'd be happy and they'd go away but first thing in the morning I'd still
I'd be forever searching On an open road I had nowhere to go So I said a prayer and God heard it Come and set me free, send an angel to me And then you
angels and demons fightin' over my soul/ Lord, just give me the path through this bloodbath and it's on, Lord/ Roll all haters, out my zone when it's
Lying in your bed and on a Saturday night You're sweatin' buckets and it's not even hot But your brain has got the message And it's sending it out To
just at the right time Hope here in the night time Daylight brings the sunshine Comfort when you needed it Triviality trust try chance believed it Send