ain't got the easy take But you looking so good to them, that they told me tell me pass Never told me slow it down, the rims keep on moving fast When
son the same way a year ago It's the same egospiritual, we thuggin in harmony They say death brings life, there exchange no robbery If I'm wrong pardon me, me
Killah] I like the deuce of diamonds cutting spades on a glass table Half a mil on my left ankle Terry cloth Guess shorts robes is comfortable Bring me
heavy rotation, coast to coast [Rakaa Iriscience] Yo, it's hard to pass the bar, ask your lawyer Likwid, pour it on y'all from California Programmers, spray this on
did do it Steal cars Ive been through it Done that Played buddy buddy and rob ya like nigga run that Bum cat, and bone hood rats till they bleed on
wanna call me Because they saw me, up in The Source chillin on page 40 Put this in your CD-ROM www dot Canibus dot com You can find me on the internet
ramblin' man I keep guns on a mantle and a candle for my little brother Capo Confuscious, you know what it is, it's how we do it Throw a brick in the
King His Holiness and all enlightened beings I'll be the one who screams it on the microphone I'll be the one who brings it inside your home But the
try me (As we continue on) Why nigga you would die if you try me [Big Mike:] Why nigga you would die if you try me [DJ Thoro:] Talk greasy to me I'll
You could call me a dog, But everybody else calls me Chris Webby. Haha, naw mean? Yeah, yeah. It's seems like every week I get some girlie's number In my phone Bring her home
through Calling on the dogs Calling on the dogs Calling on the dogs Calling on the dogs Calling in the dogs Calling all the dogs Calling on the gods
I can show you proof [talking] Yeah uh-huh, these mo'fuckers want war huh They don't even wanna see me, we gon bring it To these niggaz though, bastards Ride on
t really know me B I been movin' on the late night on my own Wid the angels and the demons flyin' round my dome It's a destructive environment, but this is home
and ways of observin' me 'Cause their pathetic attempts, didn't work to murder me When this country was conceived, these bastards never heard of me But
to me Your head would mean so much to me I need some therapy to help me deal with this shit Dr. Wiggle Farmer, I need to make a visit He told me heads
love!? Hey yo back from the dead, back at it again It?s the antique pistol with the antigen Punk I?ll take your pistol, give it back and then You act
some animals And it ain't no peace, my peace a piece on my streets to people beefin and things, squeakin on they beefs for weeks Mr. President, it's evident