to walk this awful land. Deprived of human touch, we feast on tongue and human hand. My life's in shambles. My feet are shackled. I must escape this (
condemned to walk this awful land. Deprived of human touch, we feast on tongue and human hand. My life's in shambles. My feet are shackled. I must escape
bag I be talkin trash, let me throw away my swag (let me throw away my swag) I be talkin math baby, they be talkin half (half) I be talkin yacht language
(B-Real) I lost my innocence at birth but I make no excuses for the trivial things and the pain life induces Bitches are wild, and so was I, young and
She's talking trash It's going sour That stuff that makes you hurt Cut you down, make you hit the dirt Say, She's got that DIVA thing That D-I-V-A diva
I'm stupid with this rap shit [CHORUS:] Here I am, yep, I'm I'm I'm I I'm the man...word Here I am, yep, yep, I'm the m-man...word Here I am, yep, I'
I think I see the baddest lil thing in the World right now but I gotta make sure I'm right and girl you damn right, if your head right I'll be there every
the bathroom floor Out the back window I make a escape Don't even get a chance to grab my old school tape Mad with no music but happy 'cause I'm free
is glowing and I don't know what state I'm in And the river is on fire, there's chemicals in the breeze And all the roads are blocked off 'cause they'
I don't live in fear I work until I touch it, stack it until I need it I spend it on what I want, re-up and that's when I bleed it The soldier could never
get his chain covered in ice I aint gon lie I did the same thing I wanted to shine 25 and had a drop Rolls Top of the line I came a long way from rockin
see the shine I might just let your ass slide this time While I get this paper, paper While I get this paper, paper Cause I'm a celebrity (I don 't need
'meen On top of the ya'meen, with a lil' bit of ya'meen mixed in Ya'meen? Yeah, yeah, yo How should I get it started, f*** it, just get it started? These trash talking
sit your lil ass down) i got more south niggas than you matter fact no i dont, its just them south niggas know how i do i think 50 really wanna be you
lovin' this shit (Lovin' this shit) And wait a minute, I'll act a fool Ya don't like how I'm livin'? Bitch fuck you (Uh, uh) That's right I'm a rude
that bitch Candy apple green, niggaz lovin' it, lovin' it And wait a minute, I'll act a fool Ya don't like how I'm livin'? Boy foolish That's right I
's talk about money. Common Sense: I... be... the one they call Peavey I'm Poe as Edgar Allen But I'm a poet when I'm freestylin Ynot: You got a
