is smoking weed, Get back if the steaks are high, Shit I aint even suppose to be here By the grace of god, The skin on my teeth And the hair on my
what the fuck am I supposed to do? I pop bottles and hot hollow-points at each and all of you (come on!) A heartless bastard, high and plastered My style
you see me on the street; I ain't Givin you shit bitch - don't even bother askin me (get away from me) Toilet water splashes me right in the ass when
destroy it into void And to spread its load of death and endless night Below water in the ground on wings of steel up high Seeds of death to be launched
what the fuck else n who created God You think the death of one man Selfproclaimed the son of God a lost But raise Hell and high water coz I rock and
Along vast hills liquid fire brim over Tonight Hell's jaws open wide Over the skyline Approaching at high speed Objects of flames reaching higher Crossing
grip on tight Take the next flight We got it locked on the next bike [rampage] Check it out I got the eye of a tiger That’s plan to go higher My squad is on
reaper Still lookin for that nigga peter (baby sham) Chill, let’s bounce Spliff is high on ’bout a half an ounce If he’s hiding, we gon’ find him on
a fresh baldy, make a few calls Shop at the mall, shoot a lil' ball Have all of my bitches on one telly at the same time Spread it out on different
get high with ya bitch in the club Yeah, life's a bitch and death's a husband And you gonna have to meet up if you keep on fuckin' up And you gonna have
benefits (hungh!) Luxury tenements choking the skyline It's low life getting tree-top high Here there's a back water remedy Bitter intent to memory A class E felony Facing the death
your game like da NBA lockout [Busta Rhymes] Ya betta WATCH OWT! I'm bout to black on niggaz like I'm blowin on a sax, blowin my gats on niggaz Blowin my raps on
Leave me be... Dead Boy`s alive but without sense I need a near-death experience Heart once bold Now turned to stone Perfection my messenger from hell Wine turns to water
Creeping up the stairs in the dark Waiting for the death blow Waiting for the death blow Waiting for the death blow Stroking your hair as the patriots are shot Fighting for freedom on
the lies of the enemies' lot So run like the wind from the sin of your past Keep your eyes on the prize when they put you on blast It's the Christ on
(Gripping the wheel, his knuckles went white with desire! The wheels of his Mustang exploding on the highway like a slug from a .45. True death: 400
by angels with 4-4's (Yeah) Terror retaliate, show 'em how real it be A split second 'fore you blazed They probably thought you was me (Preach on) Returning on
Get back if the stakes are high, shit, I ain't even suppose to be here by the grace of God The skin on my teeth and the hair on my nuts, I skated by
