, brang yo azz out doz nigga, brang yo azz out doz If you hard like you say you is, punk bitch You aint got no gat, you better use yo fist (repeat
you step across the line, it's illuminating And the words are clear and true and they all were meant for you For you harvest what you sow, so where you
Every move I make Is to the rhythm of your heartbeat Every single breath you take You take with me Oh, I ask myself, how did I ever live before you? You
as Gunner breathes deep, his ankles caked in mud And I said, "Hey, gunner man, that's qucksand, that's quicksand, that ain't mud Have you thrown your
la la la Is that a shot that you threw little man? I understand, you frustrated career aint going how you planned Make it worse, you're friends, now when they talk rap All you
the trick You better make up something quick You gonna burn, burn, burn, burn, burn to the wick Ooh, Barracuda! Oh yeah "Sell me sell you," the porpoise said Dive down deep
sleep The sun was pourin' and the rain was gettin' deep I don't know what I'm supposed to do 'Cause everywhere I turn, I wind up headin' back to you
mean that we're cool, 'cause you'll be back next time With a hook and a line, so you can hear that fryin' sound I'm tellin' you I'm down I'll spin your
an eye Some people gotta die just to be free You search for justice and what do you find? You find just us on the unemployment line You find just us
you Niggas is having funerals Crackas is having barbecues Niggas sing the blues That's reminicin' the spiritual But when you say gawd is you Niggas ain't really hearing you
Where you go to get the fresh trim at Four on the jake got the Timb rack Blue collars metro carding it Thugs mobbin it, form partnership Increase armorment, street pharmacist Deep consequence, when you
stress, still gotta get something Off my chest, while these hoe niggaz be doing What they be doing, I don't know though, shit fuck it We gon stay two deep
stress, still gotta get something Off my chest, while these hoe niggas be doing what They be doing, I don't know though, shit fuck it We gon stay two deep
gets out, Free Pimp C, we draped up and dripped out [Lil' Flip] I told Bun when you need a verse, just holla You know how we do it, you aint gotta
microphone cripple A life on the edge of the walking dead You either talk in black or you speak in red I can't help you if you don't have the language
easy to remember (You never catch the kid going hand to hand) All around the world today, the Kilo is the measure (Once you got the funds you got the
If you can show me the money, here's the keys to the lock Now, yeah, you know the streets is my territory Ain't scared of nothing, let you fear it for