Into it Into it Into it Into it Into it Lost in the midday half-life Sunlight and rain Hiding away from the heat In too deep, my heart turns again Your
: Into it Into it Into it Into it Into it Lost in the midday half-life Sunlight and rain Hiding away from the heat In too deep, my heart turns again
want it You really want it, you really want it If, you really want it, if you really want it If, you really want it, if you really want it [***] Really want it
I say niggas it is not the nigga we are grown to fear It is not the nigga we say as if it has no meaning But to me It means Never Ignorant Getting Goals
into sasquatch! Let the gat pop, boogie down on the back blocks It's horrific! - Nah it's terrific! I got it if you sniff it, go head nigga twist it
Uhhhhh Yeah Uhhhhh Yeah [Verse 1] I'm a straight guerilla with it, cold hearted killa wit it Any nigga gettin' outta line can get it I make it hot, mothafuckas
body, like an instuctor for yoga or advanced pilates. Your working up a sweat, you like it how I like it? Go ahead go up and down, I like it when you ride it
so this hundred I been saving for my P.I.P. I spent slowly and Sauncerea would dance for me with a body flowing slow like a smooth poet it tosses gave
lots of that Now reach into my pocket, padre Hide this gold pouch in your hat And let the skinny peons Feed upon the fat It was liberated From some aristocrat
I Ain't Nick Cannon Nigga Got M-11s Sr-15s And I Plan To Let Niggas Have It Fuck This Rappin, If It Come Down To It Nigga Disrespectin What's Happnin
get paid Or your fuckin' with some niggas in some desperate days Crime, yes, it pays, if it's cool with it, cool with it Never act a fool with it, broad
go trippin' 'cross that thin line I ain't makin' straight time Eight years in it feels like you're gonna die But you get used to anything Sooner or later it
there is The rest Is just a dream Always meant to be I can't feel it Like the destiny And fate Written in the stars Inescapable fate It's out of my hands Falling into
inside 'times I gotta block it out, no-one likes to talk it out Trouble keeps comin' and I can't seem to lock it out Got my hands on the phone, I don
Chorus:] What do we care if the world is a joke (Tokyo Storm Warning) We'll give it a big kiss We'll give it a poke (Tokyo Storm Warning) Death wears
m dead When in danger it's funny actually my flavor's similar to a waiter Cuz I serve any stranger wit money I spray a hundred, man until they joint chains
through into time My crews true and divine, we never fronted We just wanted to be funded, and live to be a hundred Instead of hunted or being wanted as fugitives It
it, pyrex whipping it Like UPS, pack it up, shipping it Whether base or sniffing it, I got your fix The story's foretold like apocalypse It was me Michael
