into a ratchet Veterans of stone, venomous and cold Terrorists with messages of chrome, settlements explode Apocalyptic face off, Babel to Bilderberg, witch's curse Pistols burst
pussy,.. walls... They day, panic, nigger, twister, throwing, let it grow up I pop as they countdown, can't turn out my loud bound You keep it real in a feel, home
mail is, guesstimate the weight you sellin So they can send shots straight to your melon; wait! It gets worse, baby momma water burst Baby came out stillborn
Shaq for? Incredible rhymer, what the hell am I sell crack for? I'm real, you a ac-tor, I'm hot, you just not a fac-tor You on some bound to do, I'm on
the shit hit the fan and you on the run you better pray if they catch your homeboy first Cause if they put him under pressure, he bound to burst into
[Chorus:] Comin' Up Comin' Down, That G in H-Town, South Bound as I clown, Come around blaze a pound [x4] [First Verse:] Well let me jump in this funk
Tryin figure where your mail is, guesstimate the weight you sellin So they can send shots straight to your melon; wait! It gets worse, baby momma water burst
a storefront oven on the corner a boy is waiting the moonlight feels cold and desperate some hidden sadness has bound down attention is all over town ready to burst