I don't give a fuck about anything. When I think about the future all I see is it bringing me pain, misery, and poverty. I've been trying for 15 years
"Fuck Christina" but meaner So from doin a song with Method to beggin to get accepted I'm peggin Fred with the bottle of dye that he bleached his head with
To let you know That you're not alone [Verse 2] Being born with less, I must confess Only adds on to the stress Two gunshots to my homies head died
stab your brain with your nosebone you all alone in these streets, cousin every man for their self in this land we be gunnin' and keep them shook crews
Kevin! Michael... Lupe... Fiasco... Hey, little girl, don't cry, dry your eyes... I wrote this song for you... Now, it goes down... [Verse 1:] Can you
fuckin' with mines A nigga, God blessed with such an undeniable shine I hope you know there's nothin' fresher The manifester apply the pressure Tie you up and gag you in your mouth with
front of me I'm focused on the future cos yesterday is history [Verse 1] A hard head makes a soft ass guess yo mom didnt teach ya that pick a spot to beef with
u really think you wanna test me When u niggas know already who the best be so i hang them then i cut them i bang them then i shut them i hit them
If she ain't got a good head on her leave that ho alone If she do got some good head on her let her sing a song D is for what I serve, I don't be on no
into them soundclash see winnin them, just begginin them Get rid of ev-ery bit of them with them negative idioms I don't even consider them In the new millenium we killin them
out Fuck that shit is serious Give it to `em niggas, kid show them how real it is These punk motherfuckers get their head pushed, leds bust Guns on their
Who we are, so we tell them This is D Block, mighty mighty D Block Everywhere we go, people wanna know Who we are, so we tell them This is D Block,
town, around round the town With the pedal to the me... The pedal to whatever (Verse 1) Shootin' round these tricky bends I hear a conversation in my head
running (Yeah) Because we go party 'til them lights come on And then my song start thumping because my mike still on Yo, I'm the big booty type, I like them thick with their
city Where the muddy Mississippi might sink you, man I'm getting brains in the Range with the brains blown out With TV's, the wood grain and them thangs
money Sex guard the money with this gun, it be hard to run me Get it right, or get it tonight, better tonight Set up your wife, with the head of the
the baddest motherfucker Show them niggas you the biggest boss And ain't no slipping stopping the tripping just popping a clip and breaking them niggas off