motherfucker it's on [the gang] Ay come on bad a$$ let's do it nigga, it's on now nigga Ay ay nigga What's up nigga (what's up) Ay nigga Nigga the homie
me it's murder, I'm a server Lyric life sentence relentless, a menace to society Full of robberies so [unverified] it, I hop in the bubble Wrap the Beretta wit a rag
for you You just a hoe, and you can't do what I do It's hard to perform under these circumstances Penitentiary chances Watch the devil when he dances
It's hard from the start where I lay my head We get rowdy and bust shots till we raise the dead Yo, fuck where you at kid, it's where you from 'Cause
bags, I went looking for a place to hide Then I saw old Carmen and the devil walking side by side I said, "Hey Carmen, c'mon, let's go downtown" She
the junk get really live That's the nappy boys travellin' on the dirt road with Kentucky mud What's to love a Cadillac somethin' like a deville it may
?, "Stay, sweet man, stay" But there?s more in my man?s life Than this old hag It?s jelly roll Morton and a shiny cornet And jazzin? the rag The lady
Your real mom's a pig Thats how I classify these dumb crowds A bunch of scumbags quick to pull a gat But look at that, your gun jams you cunt rag
and the lowering of no flag. Put your goodness next to God's and it comes out like a filthy rag. In a city of darkness there's no need of the sun And
to the throne He's singing rag, momma, rag Won't you give that poor dog a bone? And he's wondering why we can't connect When he's sworn to us that he
some hotshot in a rag top Gets her on the silver screen A hundred mirrors far a backdrop But her face was never seen Agents of love, devils in disguise
that her love was a devil's lie That your guts were gone and the best of you was to crawl away and die Twas the crowning cry of a heart's despair and
; that her love was a devil's lie; That your guts were gone, and the best for you was to crawl away and die. 'Twas the crowning cry of a heart's despair
man, stay," But there's more in my man's life Than this old hag. It's Jelly Roll Morton, and a shiny cornet, And jazzin' the rag! The lady ain't been
shameless music That'll grab your son and your daughter With the arms of a jungle animal instink! Mass-staria! Friends, the idle brain is the devil's
Gangstas are swimming in the water, I oughta, boom bash and slaughta I'ma break it down, and I do mean down, yo way down, So far downtown the devil's
try to visit that girl tried to do me Started tweakin said that she needed crack Stole my grandma's rent money out her purse black I stay tru 2 da game you devils
my hair get long enough to brade my bitch I'll keep it twisted It's that nigga runnin' wild punch the pedal to the meadow And everywhere I go it's a