I don't need it Shit I got problems, can you help me out? Shout a little louder if you're sure that you hear me Fear me not, I'm just another average
for all your propaganda talking trash about this flow-er without knowing the ramifications I'm staying harder then ------- or before some penetration with Kid and Supreme conceited for
got Christ in me, for the life of me Stand truly thankful for the sites I see 'n' sparks be ignitin' The minute we start writin' God placed me in this
that when you taste it Come at niggas like a disciple of death You would think I'm poppin a rifle or tech I'm aimin right for the neck Your momma might
hand I'm uppin' the itchy fo fuckin' wit twista If you fuckin' wit me come bet fifty cause it won't Be an issue got some nuts to come get me Then boy
me you other niggas wanna test my skills Me for real When I come with this 187 I'm from that ill state In and makin' me be impossible (me, me) Try and
Close associates, mostly it's the young ones tryin' to eat Whats funny is they remind me of me Ironic ain't it? problems came wit' no solutions No donations, no contributions No charity, hoes carry me
They kicked us out for playing too loud I carried my amp out through the crowd Some chick took a beer and threw it in my face But I kept right on walking
figured I was ready for Cassius Clay I said "Fee, fie, fo, fum, Cassius Clay here I come 26, 27, 28, 29, I'm gonna make your face look just like mine Five, four
, the bird is the word It go one for the trouble, two for the times And three for my homies and four for the dimes Singin' lemons to the limes to the
me Because I got something chrome that I carry with me It's Young Weezy Wee, y'all ain't scaring me I'm the seventeen don till they bury me Eh, it go
teenage sons-Chris (aka Black Jesus), & his kid brother, Ren. Looking to put an end to the hatred and demons that she's carried within for so long, she
V I I gave your mom dukes loot for kicks, plus sent ya flicks Your brother's buck whilin' and four Maine, he wrote me He might beat his case, 'til he come
yes, the Bird is the word It go one for the troubled, two for the times Three for my homies and four for the dimes Sin'gin' lemons to the limes to the
come back on ya Music got us up off them crack corners Now I'ma swallow this whole bottle for Ol' Dirty Damn, it's hurts me, I hate it when brother's
History in the making, never one for backspins throw and kneel, but you're still, MC's I be BREAKIN Ak saniTATION I leave skid marks on the concrete streets from all the brothers
So the wind that blows across your room carried cheap perfume onto your dresser it rained for jewelry and for credit cards two tickets to a film i