world and all of my heores are here in the dirt. I've seen bad moons, then the fall. If it wasnt for bad luck i'd have no luck at all. Now there's nothing
for your pity" Them downtown boys sure talk grittyIt's so hard to be a saint in the city I was the king if the alley I could talk some trash I was the
trash, man, I can't wait To be face to face an' hear Jeff say, "Sick 'em" Man, you're gonna be my victim You better duck an' pray for good luck, Chuck
Straight from the hip kid, ya You've taken up in luck with Love starved imitations Hangin' out with crazies Feedin' you a sweet talk Sweet talk for a
in class is trash You can't do nothin' wit' it, I put you in the past You broken motherfuckers, shut the fuck up I do it 'til you bad luck and head gets
the set (Check the flow) When niggaz try to get high-tech (Check the flow) The dialect's on the flex Smash, here comes the one that talks trash To garbage
, ain't doing no stopping I hit the button, recline the kit High-siding when I'm riding, because I know I'm the shit Haters standing on the sideline, talking that trash
you but still talk ta ya friends Don't stop to say hi or even reply The position is filled with fresh new material Keep ya head up, catch some black cat luck
just let it be) Don't you run (It's an experience) Be yourself, tell it like it is (Luck, luck,luck, luck, luck, luck, luck ) Luck 1, 2, 3 if you just
Sour luck, niggas got and popped and swallow nuts For those that don't know, yo, I'm Herb Mcgruff I'm on some murder stuff And when I talk every word
nothing but a bunch a trash ain?t nothing but a bunch a trash ain?t nothing but a bunch a trash ain?t nothing but a bunch a trash, but you seem
gasoline boys down-town, they sure talk gritty It's so hard to be a saint in the city I was the king of the alley, mama, I could talk some trash I was
Yeah, Erick Sermon, EPMD, yeah, check it Redman, Method Man, Lady Luck, Def Jam Erick and Parrish Millenium Ducats Hold me down, hold me down Yo, I grab
cigarellos tight I nicknamed her big chicken and yellow rice Pretty brown skin, long blonde hair She know they talking but she never gon' care Cause when you roll with trash-talkers
his momma dome. Heres a little story bout a boy that hit licks Dope man, dope man, gimme all the bricks Zone 6 niggas are always hard. Don talk that trash
callin' me trash And tell your mom to stop callin' me trash And tell your mom to stop callin' me trash And tell your mom to stop callin' me trash Tell
