Speach First of all I want to thank my connect, hold up! I cana??t do that yet Ya??all motherfuckers know I still live this shit Mount Rushmore with
Yo yo yo It's crazy you hear that That's my man Bow Wow Hey you know it's off the hook when we up in here So so def let's go Microphone check one two
s a wicked society, society Praise the Lord and raise your sword Against this wicked society Rage the war Against this wicked society Yo, the sickness, that's
mic's deadly, so I scratched off the serial And stashed it, until I have to kill at will Keep it movin', yes it's me in the flesh It's no illusion, fuck
My mic's deadly, so I scratched off the serial And stashed it, until I have to kill at will Keep it movin', yes, it's me in the flesh It's no illusion
Jordan, Tiger Woods, I'm Try'na Get That Oprah (x4) (Repeats "Oprah" x13) Verse 1 [Swizzy] Lamborghini's, no Gallardo's Riding round, full throttle Murcielago's
all night Let's go and throw, the songs we know Into the sea, you and me These years and no one heard I'll show you in spring, it's a treacherous thing
do all those burning books Revolutionize at home Someone's been hiding the pieces Someone been burning down the trees So we need your revolution, baby There's
my fists all fucking red Through sickness and health I've kissed up to God two years, I have focused On the cameos made by the tiger In the valley of
And my fists all fucking red Through sickness and health I've kissed up to God two years I have focused on the cameos made by the tiger In the valley
the pants and you wear the dress Punk, you're lovin' stunk, you're not a hunk This is independent funk And I'm gettin' ready for the year 2000 Independent
awhile It's the grooviest thing It's the perfect dream Into the sea You and me All these years that no one heard I'll show you in spring It's
music Is that you need a computer to hear it This year your independent, Last year you was on some keep it real shit, right? The last year before that
a day's these suckas are very sick That's why I keep my .40 on me and they fuck us very quick Don't matter if our city's shitty and it's only getting
) Well baby(We Grown Now. Radio 101 Volume 4)...It's like...I told you id write you something in this relationship...And uhh...Damn girl after 3 years
Hang glide for my nigga Tical Yo, word to God we run this whole shit, son Right that's my word Guaranteed you're dealin' with the invincible That's my
rule until L's done [Chorus] It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor) It's the L baby, baby, the L baby