niggaz wanna get it on I bring a deeper storm Watch you niggaz like a job if I got to Fuck scrapping you gonna feel when I spot you I grew up in this
Keep the sun off my face When the morning comes TRY to keep it all in sight Form one thought, break it off, take a breath, carry on You think
asleep inside a burning bed Learn from what I said Im mushing your peeps, and I'm squishing you deep Beneath, with the deceased, rest in peace [Mr. Hyde] I
don status hold my dick Say ya label push the date back now that's what you get I came in this game like it's more than rap Dog, I'm tryin' to destroy
seeds growing up seven to six Fuck a benz wit tints I got the razor prints Yall rappers love idols there it is I'm convinced Burn my contract, mental
enemies Blind, pearl on my mind thinking we fittin' to be This, that, and the third Boy did I learn, tables turn Billy holiday burned down to play when
encomium Nobody applauded the atmosphere was ominous They feared I would spit, they don't like when I bust I need more pain so I can pretend to be tough
, that's why i got my study buddy to keep me in line. ring ring ring, its reign drop, I'm on my way! i start running fast and then i begin to say [Refrain
next I can assure you if there is I got the sword (dead flesh!) Aint no time left. (Keep ya head up now) Maaaaarrrrrrrrssss wins! (I thought you would
in ya streets Keep ya tapes on rewind, CD's on repeat My mental, more older, jewellery, more colder Got a lot like its '97 all over You know what I came
fit in my {?} Smoke so much I can't get high no more I drink so much I can't get drunk no more What'chu know about my stress Mr. Officer, officer? What
I look sweet? Do I look like I'm easy to defeat? (Hahahaha) Do I look weak; or do I look like if I fall off, I wouldn't land on my feet? Paint my picture
the sweetest wine I bleed rhymes when I'm wounded, seems to happen more and more Lie face down in a puddle of my own metaphors on the floor And my heart
shit to Sunset But naw,but naw he wanna play bad Billy bad ass and shit I'm flawing my game like I can't perform the hit I threw on the fucking plastic
stop or drop down in Fat, hoe (What!) I don't keep it a hunnid (huh), I keep it a thousand I'm hood, so I rep the hood, direct from the public housing
real dilly And we done showed our asses like Mr. Billy Man here they come!! [Hook] [Benn] Man I ain't in no joint, I got 2 strikes plenty I'm finna exit on
and I'm a move on (move on) Watch you watting on nigga you taking to long I got a few pounds left and I'm a move on (move on) The goverment get to us