) I shift and spit poetical epidemics Missin disorder, poetically sniping in alphabetical order Alphabetical slaughter, bomb by the quarters Shell senda (yeah nigga) Blair witch from senda I'm Alexander the Great
Its Rider Was Holding A Pair Of Scales Then I Heard A Voice Among The Four Living Creatures Saying "A Quart Of Wheat For A Day's Wages Three Quarts
Plus I'm rollin wit the cross roads Movin fast foward/while you other suckas Stuck in a pause mode I goes deep like a great white But I'm a stay black
Bla) We Live In The Land Of The Free, Hustlers And Thieves I Made Money Now I Got Uncle Sam Hustling Me For A Quarter Of What I Make Hand A Quarter
you like like you like like thing I can't promise I won't be dressed like a viking When I do the whole picking you up on my bike thing Another white rapper
We prove them suckers right and I got the blues America... Get busy, Humpy The red, the white, the blue and The blue and the red For Clips and Bloods The white
ghetto like sunflower seeds and quarter waters You walk em through it, you know, talk em through it Know these beads is more than music whenever I talk to it Destined for greatness
Like bartenders mix liquor I serve you over the rocks, I feed you to my flock, now time to click triggers Manslaughter in alphabetical order for four quarters
chance No quarter was givven Pennon colourd red Stabbing, guttering as its code demands The portugese was scuttled Leftovers for the shards Great whites
con... [Verse 2: Rick Ross] Born with the murder one We got the hood burning up Yea this what you want My niggas know to turn it up The white be with
like sunflower seeds and quarter waters You walk em through it, you know, talk em through it Know these beads is more than music whenever I talk to it Destined for greatness
looked up to, lacking all respect for him I'm blacking out the specks of decent throughs that lingerin me and leave only white white peaceful white calm white
phase me, but it did 'cause I was just a kid. I used to use bleaching creme, 'til Madame CJ Walker walked into my dreams. I dreamt of being white and
and land me in space I'ma sit on top of the world {I'm here} and shit on Brandy and Mase I'm more than ill I'm scarier than a white journalist in a room
Now it's stoned yuppies who go to grocery stores And buy anything they need from the clerk with tattooed eyebrow If you can relate to this that's great
true nature of growth; the Christ like Buddha man That's why I never spit the traditional garbage of a night fight, bright lights, white ice to the fans
out Before you're laid out, your bright lights start to fade out The last thing you heard is "Who let the K out?" ?No great area? Everything is black and white