and fireee, burn the sex seller and the fire Verse 3: Seh she buy har bleaching cream fi get well brown Plus har chicken pill so she well round, seh
dation respected head-he-go-round-men gesture display customer limits appeal media dictates the latest role totalitarian motions borrowed selling
of pistol packers, Well-known felons labeled for 'drug-selling merciless jackers', Forever buzz, roll with thugs and dogs, Commence the letting off rounds
no kin of mine, (nah) What makes you think that I'ma run up on you with tha nine We do this all tha tyme, right now we on tha grind So hurry up and copy and go selling
: They're selling postcards of the hanging They're painting the passports brown The beauty parlor is filled with sailors The circus is in town Here comes
hustla 'Cause I ain't with bein' broke I'm rollin' dope, and I'm bound to let the gun smoke I'm gettin' richer everyday because I'm selling crack, and
copper got gospel on 'em Who wanna magnum? Who wanna tag 'em? Bag 'em up ain't no problem, baby (bitch) Smoked out in high school Sleeping the fifth grade selling
play out and you trapped wid no way out) [Verse 2: Bizzy Bone] Together forever, I know they wanna see us fall And if I had no money you would probably playahate me Selling
of living somebody else's life You can lie about retribution But there ain't no fire in your lover's eyes Seems like everybody's selling you dreams 'round
to bits While all the time in the camptown theatres of Piccadilly They're going to throw a black-face minstrel show for the barefoot children That they're always selling
out of my mama's walls I'm trying to make so much dough when I write a song I can write 'em all why y'all clique on the corner selling final calls Yea
flick with ya cause mine to pick wit her Eminem: My nine is limpin ya six deep when i spray rounds Hit you with 12 shots in mid air and four more on
shit Pause, inhale hell n kush, us and Yealwolf like a heavy foot gas pedal push Felon's, crooks, going door to door like he's selling books, Dolly Parton
a hummer everybody know that gucci is a stunna I make it winter time in the summer I be throwin throwin throwin bombs like a bomber I be selling bricks
club wit about 7, 8 sacks. i gotta couple ounces left, wanna buy you one? well, come by yourself cause i don't fuck with your homeboy. big choke round
It's for something more important Thank for drinking all your beer We're here to kill you And claim your souls And drape your stinking entrails round
that I missed A hand to hold, wild and what it seems.... Kill the King, when love is the law And the we'll turn round.... Gimme dream child And do you