all to mincemeat I can't retreat, refusin to lose (yeah) Walk one day in the X man's shoes [Chorus] Make shit happen, stomp and smashin' On and crackin, who want action Pistol
I close my eyes and pray just to see Another day I live to breathe My life, my world, this is realityyyyy (Yeah, Welcome to my planet) [Verse 2] I done
! Kurupt is coming and there'll be no more waiting Watch it!Watch it! Doggystyle is coming and there'll be no more waiting You might be shooting up close
it's instinct mixed with knowledge I'm a player in the game and I know not from college Eyes open, focus, scopin out the scene Watch the gangsta haters close
1] Wake up in the mornin' cleanin' pistols Put the brush in the barrel I'm a killer to the bone Murder laced in my metal My eyes closed like Steve Foster
On Rope In A Cloud Of Smoke But Before You Kno It I Vansish, And My Eyes Still Slanted Grabbin The 40 Posted Wit My Homies, Smoke Wit It Closely, Watchin
I can hear your heartbeat, your scared, yeah yeah I can hear your heartbeat, your scared (x2) You see, I'm a psycho, a sicko, I'm crazy I see, I come
got my temperature risin', from your hips to your thighs an' That glare in your eyes'll brighten up a horizon It comes naturally I don't bribe 'em as easy as 1, 2
a pistol I'll release missiles through tissue when one of 'em hit you Surprise! Yo' eyes is closed, you chose to go past the flow So I will close yo'
with 2nd Hand sec, this on? 2nd Hand Smoke, yeah yeah 2nd Hand Smoke Alright ladies and gentlemen prepare yourself This is Twiztid, 2nd Hand Smoke You
you here? Are you happy? Do you care? Why's my pain look just like yours? Something that you can?t ignore Come from behind closet doors Look in my eyes
chips I got metal muscle with silent tips And pistol grips give violent trips First I'm cool with you Then I'm not When you run up on me I pop pistols
These nigga's slipped, and they bustin', but couldn't get me Had to put my monte carlo away got myself an forty-five >from my nigga, who live close
even starts, sit back relax and neva losin my composure, brotha done told ya, betta beware. 'cause this Mo Thug clique got plenty soldiaz, just open yo eyes
What the fuck iz goin on [2x] that nigga eyein me [4x] What the fuck iz goin on [2x] that nigga tryin me [4x] [Lil Scrappy] fuck the bullshit beat dat
own sack, never wanted to hit your bud Independent on you hoes, makin' more than selling dope If you wanna hate the click, nigga, I make your body froze Close yo' eyes
over 2 dolars, ready to die for 5, ready to ride on 9, better be bout your change lettin hang at all times, ready to fight high, duckin them blue eyes
won't let em capture me I gotta thank the lord for the weed and a nicotene I can't sleep close my eyes I see wicked things (demons) I keep my pistol