like trying smoke crap and go to sleep, I'm strapped it's known any minute I could snap, I'm the equivalent of what would happen if bush rapped I bully
men I mean the... Creme de la creme a schemer... Sippin' on 'Gnac and Zima... True professional 2... (DJ CLUE!) Now that Bush is president nigga we all
here but hustlas Drugs smugglas, and Reel Life ghetto strugglas Young niggaz stay strapped 'Cuz ain't nothin' out here but evil People seekin' 'Redrum' wit' they body
willst den harten markieren, wart ab du stirbst ich habe HARP aktiviert ich mach dein Dorf kaputt wie Warcraft Bush, den Irak es macht BAM! das ganze
! [Verse 1] Catch me in the 80's drop Old school Mercedes with a brand new baby glock Right from my Lady's sock with two bodies on it Capricorn, Aquarius
under the floor In the box with the ox, and my skeleton jaw Tell 'em soldiers I'm in the bush if the President call [Chorus: Solomon Childs] Get 'em,
you as the moon hits your eyes Its my guide Shinning to show me the way Shinning to show me the way You got me walking through the bushes baby Your body
Cube] Call her ass right there, she got that kush And I'ma run all through it like Reggie Bush And I'ma hit that bush like George Bush In the middle of
blue car served us Oh why did fools had to let loose Heard six pops from a deuce deuce Big Tom had to push us 13 niggaz runnin straight to the bushes
you Could be you Could be you Could be your whole damn crew It happens real quick Screechin tires Next thing you're hit Your body's cold Your body's
cops are crooks, who can you trust? You only see young brothers in a drug bust Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust My homey got a year for an ounce of weed while Bush
to the monsters roaming the land I wanna come home but ya don't understand [Shaggy 2 Dope] Bitch, I'm coming home and I'm not alone Jokers and freaks, and their dead body
the shadows of the moon in my butcher knife [Violent J] Pretty little world has created this monster See me living with a dead body in a dumpster Laughing
on Fuck, ill take the matter in my own hands Cut ya down cat, cut ya down Cause i know the rich go jogging And im waiting in the bushes,axe to the nogging
, Democrats, Republicans Red and blue states to represent the sets they?re running with Other gangs play the game too A blood named George Bush and his
I put a price on your head The whole hood'll want ya, you startin to look like bread I send them boys at ya, I ain't talkin bout Feds Nigga them body-
what sup here we go man I draw deep rhymes in hieroglyphics In tribal pictures of niggas survival some with trifle endings Stuck in the beast the three sixes Bush
world, think of shank or Verra' This be the days of terror.. SoulStice [SoulStice] Oh shit, amazin' grace, how sweet the sound Savin' slaves, another body