sneezing and wheezing, the calliope crashed to the ground Some all-hot half-shot was headin' for the hot spot, snappin' his fingers, clappin' his hands And
and the wind I'm livin' Not pillin', just element twistin' From the herb come the fire and the wind I'm livin' From the herb come the fire and the wind
pointin' at you Skip the church and the reverend I'ma put 'em on a 747 and the destination's Heaven For example Break into my notebook and find more
find u for days my niggas Southside young playa full of plots and scams Show ya how to get cha overs up and lock the grams Boys know me in the hood
nobody to crash my high (my high) On buck with the stitch and tuck (tuck) These boys know I'm not givin a fuck (fuck) Try to step and get stuck So don
and bumper kits them buckles and belts with pop trunk, shiny grill keeping it Trill with ourself we break left and lack turn to the right and bust his glock off - what and
all in the glass jar Chrome all on my crash bar Glocks all in my stash box We be ridin' fast cars Weed all in the glass jar Chrome all on my crash bar
the flammable ammo Lyrical and I'm off the top Rep that West till I walk with Pac We the 2.0 Boys, quick fricken Joe boys New gold Rolls Royce, fall
the flammable ammo Lyrical and I?m off the top Rep that West till I walk with Pac We the 2.0 Boys, quick fricken Joe boys New gold Rolls Royce, fall off
packer I pack the zero's Meaning mucho deniro So paid, rappers is waitin' on trades and they all get Knicked like Melo Hello, LUDA! Tell theses other boys
I be in Midtown, up and down Broadway Havin' meetings all day, baby my future is (Bright) As LeBron's, take off on anybody Tyra Banks on my arm, and we'll crash
your knot Outlaw mafia click moving up another notch And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped And all your fake ass East Coast props, brainstormed and
wounds remain the same And I hope you find it through This endless wandering And I'm missing you for so long You're a question mark and a scar And you
my moms has been in it for years and people sayin thats Little P handlin his business I remember hangin on the block wit the boys Goin to the dollar movies, me and
Halloween story for the class? Y-y-yeah, um there was this boy and he lived in his house And um, he went to bed one day and then when he woke up um And
behind a chimney And bust him in the skull with a bottle of Jim Beam I rolled him off the roof and onto the driveway And jumped in his sleigh ride and
of Rock, there is none higher Sire To burn my kingdom, FIRE Re-TIRE Now we rock the party, and come correct BREAK Now we crash through walls The CEILING On the tape We're fresh out the box And