police is outside, man (Yo Ice, man, they got King Tee, Aladdin and Islam) What, the police, man? I knew somethin had happened I was wonderin why King Tee missed the party, man
Raymond = Bruce A. Young] [Opening Dialogue: a quote from 1992 St. Louis Trespass Movie] [King James] Yo Savon, you're my man and everything else But
hey man, here I am Rocking the stage and shaking the stands With the punch of the drums, the blast of the amps A sold out show every time I jam Hey man
Ill thoughts got my heart racin, chest with a mason Same blocks, ATF rush spots cats bubble humbly I'm hungry, Killa Bee Trilogy triumphantly Hammer head, dart allignment, work
mention He's a slut, he's a hoe, he's a freak Got a different girl every day of the week It's cool, not tryin' to put a rush on you I had to let you
(Uh) Look, I does my S-H-I-T Please excuse me for the smell For certain does my jerk thing And I Keep her working She a star on the track like Pharrel
[unverified] was written And rippin' problems like water flowin' in humbles I'm workin' with seven shovels, the grave diggers and others Nobody understand The Man
lil boss hawk in the hood boy in my hood ima superstar niggaz in tha pen tryna hold a ***** down but i put in my work in check it check it nah these
I'll probably be punished for hard livin' blind to the facts Thugs is convicts in Gods prison hand on the strap Praying to Father please forgive me police be rushing
ruggish. They love us. You haters, I bet you won't say fuck you us to our faces, bitch, and ball up your knuckles, 'cause we can work. Too many niggas
baby I'll probably be punished for hard livin blind to the facts Thugs is convicts in gods prison hand on the strap Praying to father please forgive me police be rushing
to run a paper route But that ain't pay me enough, I was still on the bus My momma would always tell me don't you rush to get old But rarely did I listen
slimmest thug, white tee wife beater, and always keep that thang on hang. Keep the stash in my heater, next drug dealer. Don't take shit from no man.
to the N" (cut and scratched 4x) My train of thought is that of a hustler, or a nigga with his shirt off Trying to get his work off to customers I
i go def long as i can see yo body with my eyes i dont care with a coke bottle shape got me pullin out my hair man that thang made me dizzy like a ride
back with the work like (Take it all, you need me) Yes, sir Niggas better get wit the program I'm fast on a track But I kill a slow jam Oh man, goddamn
And I really hate always bein' late And now the other train is delayed, great Carrier bags and a navy taxi, man said "Take your time, love 'cause you don't have to rush
any card, that's what he told me I took it to rodeo and it worked like magic for me Spa massage a lap of the lux His' and her's, flying spurs, automatical rush