life questioning everything Sometimes what is placed right in front of us I find so hard to believe It can crush us so hard That it becomes difficult to breathe
in my nature to make a commitment so let me breathe, But she doesn't understand catch attitudes when I leave her (leave her) My old relations just make it harder
one I push 'em down fat bullet fat head make a pussy sound Hard head soft ass make a gushy ground I'm straight from a crooked town Like that bitch! [chorus] [verse
gone set y'all free SO- What's my anti-drug? Drugs! Anti-drugs is when I can't get none, for fun I drop flows, punk the punk rappers Load clips for nines
[Verse 1: Juan Gotti] Razaville Texas Houston to McAllen Deep in San Anto, screw Rich y Valles Rollin' throught Dallas, Boritos, and Corpus Odessa, Laredo
bets to fight every fuckin'one (BREATHE!) Say some punks around and some buckin' guns (BREATHE!) Spray guns might result in you bussin' some (BREATHE!) Verse
hard like I'm custom model Each one, teach one, we gonna lead, so follow Niggaz soft like avocado, trying to hold bravado My tips be hollow, some real hard
One by one I push 'em down fat bullet fat head make a pussy sound Hard head soft ass make a gushy ground I'm straight from a crooked town Like that bitch! [chorus] [verse
never was Movin' like Barry Sanders, leavin' you in the dust [ Verse 5 ] [ Proof ] Yack is high, I got the highest yack Hit the ground so hard I leave
to all my little brothers, little homies, yo check it out [Verse 1] Man you 21 now and I still can believe it Been living on your own, just hard to
something nigga, read 'em and weap You grinding hard to get yours while the getting is good you got jumped in the club just for repping your hood Eastside D-E-C, where nobody's a punk
't play wit fuckin' kids These niggas swear they hard these hoes think they bad But when it comes to beef they all act like drags Sissies punks and fags
motherfuckers for a minute Yea thanks for the lighter Anybody smoke here? Aight, thats more for me you punk Motherfuckers Look, check it out, look [verse
Chorus: It's the bomb, baby The bomb, baby With no ifs, no ands, no buts, and no maybes [Verse 1] I walk through the projects with stress in my hands
was drunk See a sissy ass punk had to go in my trunk Reached inside cause it's like that Came back out with a silver gat Fired at the punk and it
error, once you slip, your forgotten A never hasbeen, in a world of frame and fronters Who had to learn the hard way, how disease can take you under [Chorus] [Verse
cold-hearted Probation, violation, incarceration Frustration, you know Fuck that, nigga damn near bouts to start basin It's hard! Hard on a nigga *coughing* Hard
my verse they get burned like my sheriff while I'm busting on hoes with my super sperm this is a promo for you haters all you punk mothafuckers who be
