own Beemer Before I hit two six A straight pink bitin' toothpicks Who walk around town wit' two chicks And doin' new hits to woo tricks....
hippy noodle That you would rather just stand in the fog Of your inability to Google? Isn?t this enough? Just this world? Just this beautiful, complex
a pen If sleep be the cousin of death Then every time I blink?s one step closer to my last breath It?s said talk is cheap, but war is expensive I speak
Careys tend to hurries in ten places at once plus she can't front just peep how I run mines ma, our time together is our time together, and uh our time apart is our time
know I'm still in luv wit my dough And since they say time is money I'm wastin' my money sittin here chillin' so good bye [Verse 1: Chamillionaire] She love a trick
this shit Breakfast club I want to welcome everybody to the muthafuckin rap room This aint a mixtape This is life! Its been a long time get me accuainted
that's unpaid And you know me, I'm that nada cat Type to loan you a buck, get my dollar back You holla at, me Like you want me to trick, trick I trick
can do it, But sometimes when I'm alone like this I wonder just who can see through it. Bargains and sacrifices. Cheap tricks, cheaper devices. What
def This week we all will meet Right now the party season will reach its peek Juice all around town, we're on the guest lists We'll bring three tricks
I can?t believe I hung around with you All this time You drove me crazy with your ocd Girl your out of your mind I?m counting on ufo?s to beam me up
place that blame We gettin trapped in a cycle of pain With a generation headed down the drain Time we turn it out [Immortal Technique] This is how pimps
you wanna go nigga Left, right, up, down, come on man Just find it on yourself, man come on now Pimp's probably a bit too much Pimps went dead with this
lady ain't a hoe and every hoe ain't my bitch It take a real trill nigga to recognize this type of shit Every girl around me legit, I don't fuck around
stayin' with that trick, layin' with that trick All your paper off playin' with that trick At first, all you want to do is (fuck) with the trick Years
in time I recall how she used to be I guess money and fame made you used to me What's up in 9-6? Fine tricks in drag Fuck Dre, tell that bitch he can
five screamin fuck tha police won't fly away, thug, till I die you wonder why I'm made this way I wasn't turned out I was raised this way of thinkin
beef Talk cheap, shoot a ni**a the fair one Your homies like f**k it, what's this you the only scared one (faggot a*s) Damn son, close call I bet Now down around
I die, I hope heaven look like the ghetto (yeah) Picture me trick, and take a loss I'm cheap like the Chinese man with duck sauce This Tony homey, I walk around