lady Is there anybody's cup as empty as mine? Pile into the Hoo-ride, seats recline Stop at the weedspot, order up another This is how we do it, MUTHAFUCKA CD burned
dog Jam him up, and tell him, "Fool, me and you about to ball" Three Split it up, four quarters-a-piece And if y'all do that everyday, that's fifty-six
not from me, I always charge a dolla fifty Fifty five Wanna see me go-gaa Hit you with the light Hooowwwyyaahhh! War, when I hit you with the shit Do a split
could CLAP a cutie, or just kill him with natural beauty (beauty) Who you trustin? The one who gets strong burns from dustin MC's, or the one who gets strong burns
and you can follow grip You be like Kim and ain?t gon? swallow shit Don't know the half, couldn't know the math To understand the wrath of a man split
hit em up Hoes ain't good enough My fires gonna make dust Now who the one doing the talking? Ya'll niggaz gonna split a coffin And you can call that fifty-fifty
what-not I'm from the school of the hard knocks, we must not Let outsiders violate our blocks, and my plot Let's stick up the world and split it fifty-fifty
in... Where is that? Austin Where is that? Texas What's in front? Benzes What else? Lexus But who's maybach is that? Mr. West's Chorus [Rick Ross] Kush burn
isolation Control the soul automation Victims became mechanical slaves again Read the east coast historian As you oppose this Your walking dead soldiers can't get close to this I be splitting
s jokes. TOMMY: To a degree. PENNY: I love the common folks. TOMMY: that includes me PENNY: I like to window shop on 5th Avenue. TOMMY: I like banana splits
lottery, possibly they spotted me Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics I inspect you, through the future see millenium Killa B's sold fifty
I'm from the school of the hard knocks, we must not let outsiders violate our blocks, and my plot let's stick up the world and split it fifty/fifty, uh
cleaned of the present And losing in the struggle in a 40 ounce of guessing Pretending that the morning won't come tearing through the curtain Burying my mother's efigy, cursing and burning
niggaz get got Sendin' two through his red drop, make his post stop How we roll is wit' no smiles, shit get so foul Then we sit four to fifty split 'round
'll do my best to stand and deliver Exact is it, or rather I can get And I admit, I'm not one hundred percent accurate Split me fifty-fifty, I'd be happy
get AK material, banana clip style Let's do this, let's do this [Tito] Blow the spot like tea kettle whistles Federal slugs, the lead'll kiss you Infrared burners