(from "Tony Hawk's American Wasteland" Compilation) Originally by Government Issue A violent situation someone else's fight outside someone's screaming
on my toes Left him ten feet Part from his heat Play it softly The truth speaks through this poetry For me to call shot Cock block my life Add a little spice Devil eyes snake
Got the 808 drum to make your face knot Other rappers they chill, but we still flow I'll Got the shit to make you rock like Aesop We gon' stay hot, that
98 Lincoln eatin pasta shells Order to go, always got a box of L's Blow, stay on the low Get a Henney and swig I Penuro so I hate a snake, rat, or a
m wealthy, still fuckin wit that block shit Wet your ass up, head to feet til your sock a drip Don't strip, you might fall and bust your ass No snakes
Hustle hard, Grand Hustle, call us Hustle INC. Me and Maino, Jay'll ate it, just like brothers think It's all about the music 'til it escalade to other
nigga I ain't finished talkin 'bout it 'till ya top gone nigga Dissin my crew you catch hot ones I'm hot son, yo that's why I carry hot guns I'm on
hot, woken up to be burned burned again. Go it alone. You got it so it goes. Got his knees to his face, "he can't take it any other way." On the streets
you see it, baby? Snakes When we get together It's always hot magic When we get together When we get together When we get together It's always hot
the sucker MC sucker MC cross the road? To get to the other side?! Why'd the sucker MC sucker MC cross the road? To get to the other side, now check
they say flocka trippin shawty on dat other shit i keep the croud jumpin like a criss cross bitch i aint gonna cross over that A rap nigga move over they
top gun nigga I ain't finished talkin' 'bout it til your top blown nigga This is my crew you gets hot ones hot son That's why I carry hot guns I'm gonna
over it after the show. If I see you videotaping this movie, Satan will rain down your throat with hot acid and dissolve your testicles and turn your guts into snakes
Electro-compulsive Therapy Part one Go 'head, go 'head, go 'head Do the crip with me, oh Go 'head, go 'head, go 'head Do the snake with me, oh Go 'head
like him and hope you f-ckin? wife him Yeah, nuttin? like him Yeah, ooh, yeah, oh Aint no other, aint no other n-ggas A-aint no, aint no other n-ggas
than beggars on trains, livid sharp pains Poisonous Rebel like Deck, you can't destroy this You get ambushed, skate, try to avoid this Side effects of, hot raps and hot
Guns, guns, guns, guns, guns His autobiography had came to an end With the final chapter written in blood upon a skin From snakes, that was dirty as
is atheists, While the other halfs waiting on a spaceship, I can't take it, Screaming life is what you make it, so called fake-friends, They all snakes
