D.I.T:] Two nines, four clips Prayin that you niggas trip Lookin for some trouble Finna bust you niggas bubble And I don't give a fuck about your happy
I.T) Two nines, four clips Prayin that you niggas trip Lookin for some trouble Finna bust you niggas bubble And I don't give a fu*k about your happy meal
you've been gone And as the tears roll out my eyes Another happy young couples walks by Don't be surprised when you see me 'round town Walking around with my head
come A wicked go my tongue when de fire start burn De wicked dem gon melt like ? ? against sun De fire a gon burn down de 'ouse of sodom De fire a gon burn
queens with no dunns And me with no beef Is like Brooklyn with no guns Man and me with no beats is like Cali with no blunts First I got head from her
Catch me in the dirt [unverified] In the [unverified] porch burning out Head across seas 'bout to turn it out Coming back home to a furnish house We
With straps and chains, we slap you in there Lock you down tight, so you can't move a thread And pull your eyelids up over your head 'Cuz you're about
my head She kept a rhythm, her feet to the floor She dipped down, she did the twirlin? She shook it some more, she?s groovy She made me happy, I try
Crash Burn Win Lose Good news Bad news Bitch you choose Wings are spread Head held high Time is God So watch God fly Where you at? Why you here? Are you
me how she looked in her fuck me boots and took off [Shaggy 2 Dope:] Sweatin' and my chest is burnin' like I'm on fire So much pressure in my head I
such a daft way Men say the winter was bad that year fuel was scarce and food was dear A wind with a wolf's head howled about our door And we burned
burning hate... I will never forget the day that I had met you The sweet loving attitude and friendship so true. My dreams to hold you - rest your head
I got a tank of gas to burn up, turn up the radio Baby hit your girls, go tell 'em c'mon get ready to go We headed fo', somewhere, tucked in and very
fuck up out my pockets Cash flows to blast off like rockets Anybody sippin' Cristal - I ain't trippin Cause the papers to burn Tommy hil from head to toe With the heads
Fuck that shit, get out the way hoe Move bi**h, get out the way hoe Fuck that shit, get out the way hoe [Lord Infamous] Nigga Three Six Mafia burn inside
i say well it was last week but man that was in the past see i stopped going to the places where the people act so nasty and pretentious 'cause i'm happy
in beyond thunder dome he said don't shoot, i said i won't i love you you're my friend i handed him my wig and shot myself in the head then i stuffed