in a broken world, Still a stone at the end of the line My trajectory is so true they float away and I don't move Crooked head pulling at the end of
time in a broken world, Still a stone at the end of the line My trajectory is so true they float away and I don't move Crooked head pulling at the end
sneak I won't steal a peak Caught a glance from some good sounds Don't eat from the Ground Round Time to get up in a get up Shake your butt back
are a couple 69ing It's like Rick James is shooting up your house, nigga... fuck your couch nigga! You screaming 'fuck the world' with your middle finger up
send they bodies to they parents up North With they faces, they wrists and they nuts cut off Fuck 'em all what I scream as I dream in tongues Fuck a
more Pick up the cain no more Brothers ain't the same no more Try to sweat me, what am I aiming for Get yourself caught up Faggot ass tore up In
more Pick up the cain no more Brothers ain't the same no more Try to sweat me, what am I aiming for Get yourself caught up Faggot ass tore up In the worst
in my grill on blast Like my boys in Texas, hittin corner on them slabs Seat laid back, you know how us pimps be Keep your head up Bun B, rest in peace
the table when our eyes on a label Cuz them rednecks up in the mountains will try to slay you Call me raspy tell you what I want you to know Fuck what
cockpit We so out of it, zero tolerance Gangsta gumbo, I'll serve 'em a pot of it I'm wealthy, still fuckin wit that block shit Wet your ass up, head
threw up Now yo' bitch ass gotta clean yo' shoe up I'm rich as fuck and I never blew up Buisness mug gotta get my loot up Bet ya bitch get fucked if
drop it on your fuckin' head, yeahh! Bitch, I'm a pick the world up and I'm a drop it on your fuckin' head And I could die now rebirth mother fucker Hop up
Birdman] She soft as a bush nigga she purple like kush nigga We high on that money nigga we get it from cook nigga Hit her wit' that crook nigga fuckin' wit' crooks
t back talk my nigga finna' get up in 'em, Back up off of this nigga, the one nigga that fucked up they set up the talkin', Barkin' betta block 'em off
sweepers, we call 'em choppers Cuz when the bullets spit they spin like helicopters This city's filled with crooked coppers and crooked doctors So how could these streets not be filled with crooked
that fuckin' clock, I took the time and I Came up from behind and pretty much snuck up And butt fucked this game up Better be careful when you bring my name up Fuck
runnin this motherfucker [P. Diddy] + (Notorious B.I.G.) Yeah! (one) As we proceed to give you what you need (One, two...) It's all fucked up now What the fuck
a head, fuckin' pencil for a friend You don't like it then peel off, bitch, every last woman on earth I'll kill off And I still wouldn't fuck you, slut
