vatos all fucked up And sing along to my get high song Had you choking off of four foot bong Cypress Hill and weed, can't go wrong Keep you smoking like
don't waste your time in looking There's nothing, nothing left to find Nothing, nothing left to find So I left him down in Pensacola In a trailer in
on the wire without a net JOANNA Coffee? MYRON I'm up too early shooting at seven I gotta go ALL Movies BOY What's wrong? MARY Can't get a screen
Soldiers in uniforms Guns in their hands The world all caught up With barbed wire fences I'm free I'm free as stone Chorus Oh nothing can help The
guard dogs straining at the leash, with the soldiers standing by Staring into empty space beyond the twisted wire No, there's nothing wrong here, nothing at all
video So cut the check for the right amount If not, you can wire it to my account The only other way is to pay me cash And ain't nothing wrong with that
acquire the lost I'm not quiet at all-- no This planet's a giant Ask King David This giant will fall Just because you can't see God Like the wires in
I promise you, there's nothing to them I'm so touched by your goodness You make me feel so criminal How do you keep it together? I'm all, all unraveled
wrote a song for the trees. they sang back to me. i waved at some birds. on a wire by a home. i save all your words. but you'll never know. how they
the hat, now that'd be dope Tossed and turned in my sleep at night Woke up the next morning niggas done stole my bike Different day same shit, ain't nothing
? Where did I go wrong? Joined at the hip; pain, hunger and I, leave our gift to the world 'neath the phosphorous sky. A labor of love is the truest of all
ain't wanna fuck ya You screening all your calls, don't wanna answer the phone You ain't working with nothing, they wantcha to leave em alone You ain't working with nothing
never even tried to tell me What went wrong, what went wrong. In this train wreck that we built together What went wrong, what went wrong. Under shaking skin, underneath it all
falling inside your arms Keep the wrong directions out The anchor's ripped off, we're flying above All the disillusions Haven't you seen the wire they
all don't understand we want y'all all to hate it It's murda Murder incorporated It's murda In crime we all related It's murda See if y'all can take it
I ain't no saint either, I feel I'm even doing wrong By using whats in this chorus to get through this song [Chorus] [Trick Daddy] You know, y'all gonna
hoes who love to hate it Cause blunts get filled like Hershey Highways I don't give a fuck who sits where I blaze Chillin at the rainbow high and faded
live wire, hip-hop reviver A suicide mission you're committin, go against the Wu-Tang henchmen Perfect precision marksman, spit darts an, flip charts 'an Archery, shots aimed at