the way I die then let me die Before I die nigga, before i die i'mma sho'nuff put my fingers on the trigger [Verse 2:] I'm sittin' in the church pew
though I'm the shit Is it too late to tell ya'll to suck my dick (Talking) Bitch I do it too late for what I want it I need it If I need it I got it
the tradition carries on, I would If I could only use this power for good I wouldn'tnot even if I could From the hood and I'm a hornet And I'ma only
laws I break it unfaded I'll be remaining like Satan, I'm serving hate to those who perpertrating [Mr. Shadow] That's pretty much how I feel So I tell
to insult me smarts with this fucking shwag. i smoke crumble and get so high i cant see, come down and then i got your ass standing before me, with a
brother ain't fin' to take no shit All I do, lil' buddy, this could get ugly Trust me, 'cause this is All I do, before I explode, I give you my ode
four and Brothers takin' yo life I'm pourin' brew on the curve For my hommies my nerve They gettin' popped with the gat so I guess they got served Now
why in the fuck you came here I den did it from Chi-town, Montgomery I rather lose my life before I let you bitches run me I know what I came for, so
me believe that it's Mr. G who is speakin dem pluggas I left dem tweakin yo broad I left her leakin I'm creepin on another level I know you feel
Certified have arrived, extraordinaire extravagant Beers like confidence, man I drink until I'm arrogant Cause I'm a cocky fuck, Hit your girl and I knock
, that's cool I will never fall off, I haul off heavy weight Fuck wit me dog, I chop you up like Norman Bates I'm true to this shit, I ain't new to this
like I'm Mr. Bean I just let 'em mop me off get a Mr. Clean And I might pop her off if the chick is mean I got some stories I can tell I'll sell a chick
, Sir, I want some more. [MR. BUMBLE] [spoken] What?! [OLIVER] [spoken] Please, Sir, I want some more. [MR. BUMBLE] [spoken] More!? [WIDOW CORNEY] Catch him! [MR
god to these evangelists, I dress all Los Angeles but i love miami though, I act so New Orleans yes I grew pistachios, dat mean I go nuts at any beat
suckers straight up and down, Tic-Tac-Toe Game over when I blow your mind, but then I aimed over explosive cuts Verbal flamethrower, serving roasted nuts
I feel like a steerin' wheel, for them is tryin' to turn me Into a hate monger, and I'm wishin' and I wonder Damn, will I graduate before I hit the summer? I
Mr. X to the Z (Who am I?) M-m-mr. X (Who am I?) X to the to the, to the Z M-m-mr. X-x-x to the Z (Yeah, yo) M-m-mr. X-x-x to the Z So it's one fifteen
