It's kind of fuzzy, but I still remember running away Broken glass reminds me of mistakes I've made Misdirected anger, an empty Colt 45 It might have
dip, bum on your lips Fuck that cum on your lips and some on your tits And get ready cuz this shit's about to get heavy I just settled all my lawsuits
: busta rhymes Escape from the killer tree, yes. Everybody run and come follow me. Sit back as I reach, and I come and attack. Other forces trying to reveal my other
and macking two triple O, i come to get down with my clique Crazy town we came to get down Yes, yes y'all we come to get down. Chorus: Put you mind over
spit, I'm just a crooked nigga goin legit You hold your nine if you holdin a brick Common sense, that drama, you hit the Bahamas, get bent L.O.X. get
smother shit Bent, front and back glass got tint Tryin to get our hands on some dollars and cents And fools can’t hold us Every chance we get, we hittin
the crew to keep their heads high I'm gonna flip if any one of my mens die We've been fucked somebody told us a bent-lie/Bentley (what?) Let's get back
Belongs to the house where my father died Where prisoners march in luck step with each other Reavers test the limit of their reign Dragging their dead weight from the other
get with it my friend(Damn another award) Dat kid done did it again(Oh my Lord) Da fantastic Boombastic Gettin' ten times hotter than any you other cats get
Just get with it my friend(Damn another award) Dat kid done did it again(Oh my Lord) Da fantastic Boombastic Gettin' ten times hotter than any you other
and villas Overseas and what was me, I found out other MC's been tryin to find ya route (haha) It's ill when MC's used to be on other shit (yeah, c'mon
up Tell the crew to keep their heads high I'm gonna flip if any one of my men's die We've been fucked somebody told us a Bent lie (What?) Let's get
hate it but face it B.I.G. And Tupac just ain't around Everywhere you go, there I go, I'm 50 Cent Ghetto star by the bar, I get you bent You wanna party
, no, no, no Until I took a trip to the other side of town, yeah, yeah, yeah You know I heard that boogie rhythm, hey I had no choice but to get down,
' for the love of ballin' Get caught with 30 rocks, the cop looked like Alec Baldwin End of century anthems, based off inner-city tantrums Based off the way we was branded Face it, Jerome get
dip, bum on your lips Fuck that, cum on your lips, and some on your tits And get ready, 'cause this shit's about to get heavy I just settled all my lawsuits
weren't really velvet... they were, you know, kind of like velvet. It's a, what d'ya call it? Uh, a `metaphor'. It's a metaphor, get it? ``Look out
minutes [dun] Soaking wet dripped to death in it On top of rules big barells and tools get tested And hittin off makes my dick get erected We all