-grown cham-pion Purposely remainin' unknown until shown Cold as stone, the stage, my home away from home I, prefer to leave these cloned niggas alone Buildin' a
' high Suicide committed in cells, dwellers square as hell Children can't have a chance with impairable bells Sufferin' in a jail, I don't recognize a soul Reach one with a cold
the sky screamin' obscenities Make niggas sport cackies and chucks from here to Italy It'll be, a cold day in hell when you see Xzibit fail Act like a
of my mistakes, hell I'd probably be making again And if I had it all to do over I'd probably win and lose just as much I'd spend a lot less time on
Four rooms, a ceiling and a floor but there's more (close to insanity) A desk with a subtle light, a window and a door (close to insanity) One bottle
been through hell and high water Ready to go through it all again As long as we've got a quarter between us all We're gonna have money to spend, oh yeah
Make Em Look Expensive Just Because I Be In Em Got So Many My Closet Look Like A Levi Convention I'm Dope As A Chicken Bout As Fly As A Plane I Take Yo
always pay a toll No one gets inside, 'cause In my world I'm home An adult at thirteen My childhood was a dream A full clout nightmare A sight unseen My greatest fear as a
No one of fame Just some French Quarter dame Her style was just a bit obscene Oh yeah Tellin' me stories Of her fast faded glory She left no stone unturned
'm tired as hell Yeah, I'm broke Ain't got as much as you To tell you the truth Still am your man It's true I build this for you A house fit for two
Lord Lord But his heart was cold cold and dark as the bottomless well And as he slept I bent to kiss her I heard a loud and jealous yell Felt my head
You're like a stone baby All alone baby Come alive when you're high, yeah I'm on the road steady Hot as hell ready I'm the next one in line, yeah Slammin
a dollar at a time For one chance One kiss One taste of you my black madonna I'd sell My soul My self-esteem a dollar at a time One taste One taste One
constantly Constantly murder wack mc I'm on a killing spree, skill level at maximum Dem pussy-clat bwoy nah wanna see me [defari] You was stone cold
a bloody bath to make my buddies laugh and gig' My nutty wrath'll live as long as I'm a nasty kid I blast a pig and slit his throat just for [unverified
of the hell got em done bitch cut raw She begged the last nigga, on as if she suckin soft Black Superman, yeah I'm a butter law I put this hollowtip
She wants me to get a job I get harassed cause I'm laying on my ass like a big slob But everywhere I go, I get rejected They won't hire a motherfucker with a
Hell" - you say, "Yeah" (c'mon) Hell - yeah (c'mon) hell - YEAH (c'mon) Hell - YEAH! (everybody c'mon) hell - YEAH! (everybody-body) Hell - YEAH! (c'mon, c'mon) Hell