don't do it like that over here All we do is grip grain on the stair Like Killer Mike all I do is dream about sex But when I wake up, I have a dream
into a monster, eatin' weak MC's up Smokin' trees up, pinnin' hoes knees up Feds wouldn't ease up, had to put the keys up Findin' Jesus prayin' fo the
much matters When you find something that you care about, Then that's all you got, When you go to sleep at night you dreams of, music When you wake up
when KRS on tour cause when I rhyme they wrist don't glist no more all you see is that dark ___? and these rappers promoting all this rape and war
up to me, I gotta make my mama proud There's a place called heaven and a place called hell There's a place called freedom and a place called jail And
a storm, never touchin' the brake I drove like a bat outta hell Down that lonely ol' four lane With the bright lights of Houston just fadin' behind My tires tearin' up
storm, never touching the brake, I drove like a bat outta hell, Down that lonely ol' four-lane. With the bright lights of Houston just fadin' behind, My tires tearin' up
I leave her on the curb, with her lip curled Her friend wouldn't shut her up, now she interrupt Seat bout to fuck her up, pick her up The seats really
buses Waiting on some Providence Once we get to Houston Maybe it will all make sense Praying to the Father And calling for the cavalry Look at all this
next night Looking for some fire green, the price is right Come on they say the South 'bout to fall off It's the fourth quarter nigga but the game ain't called
give.... its nothin.... yeah! Chorus~ you can come and spend the night at my house gurl u can drink all u want at my house gurl u can smoke all u want
Allan Coe But she can't get enough of Whitney Houston And I'm thinkin' Lord, that's all I need to know That ain't the way So when the night was over
, all on the ballers shit, N.O.R.E but we could call a chick Head is what we all could get, biggest to the smallest dick She gon' swallow all of it, Harlem
up You claim a set then throw it up You got drank, well, po' it up You claim a set then throw it up So all you haters hatin' on me Thanks a lot y'all
my life, I hate my life, I hate that this life ain't my life I'm only 17, and all I do is sit all day and type I can't believe that Jennifer had the
earth sink On the brink of divinity, defying gravity Reachin' for infinity Can he be incarcerated by the limits? Stuck, they can't function Caught up in the scrimmage This game called
career should be real estate So now it's time to face up But if you play your jaw like a sneaker yo it's bound to get laced up For the MC's that LOST
'n I'll getcha right back, peace." So the posse left Houston Texas All the girls keep callin' us sexist Houston media is givin' us rappers no pity So we all