got You got security and comfort With a roof above your head Yet you may find it easy To sit back and complain I know I've done it many times When I
up, send it up To Texas, get the syrup wit the lean, bend it up Ball 'til I fall, that's the job playa Cash Money, Hot Boy, number one rhyme sayer [Chorus
fuck wanna test these niggas from the S-C-T, C-L-E? We got heat! Y'all know what happened to the thief when the king catch him stealin', got his hands
your House of Pain now?There's only one of you Erik You a petty coward, you ain't ready to steady go a round with some killers from 7 Mile to the motherfuckin
me with your lies I was thinking we were set counting every second every day since we met Remember in the times when we used to have it all but then came the fall
a boogey wicked monster, never just like the movie We know when we pray to God [unverified] We get the hustle on in the spring, fall, in summers And
't You try to O.K Corel With Doc and Methical Bar saloon fight without weapons out Strechmarks like Belly on Kevin Lous One yard to score, only second
with U-Haul, watch you fall Obtain five boxes callin' Mayflower, every hour You scratch your brain askin' neighbors what, now you wonder One, two, three
second female] lost in space {* echoes *} [woman's voice] caution -- warning -- overload [robot's voice] metric bypass computes on overload retrace cause we're [second
The shit my mother looked shocked over Haha yeah They a canvas I'm the group of 7 A migraine, take 2 Excedrin I'm the one twice over I'm the new
s happenin' Shipa [unverified] Hot Boy gangsta rap writer I write your crew when you spit but my beats tighter My nigga Fresh come with tracks that'll move you He hit you with the one
in hurry but my visions still blurry goin down the stairs what could happen next but, when its this early you cant skip steps; fallin head first as i fall
Erik Where's your House of Pain now? There's only one of you Erik You a petty coward, you ain't ready to steady go a round With some killers from 7 Mile
, hit the lot put your ride on glass You hard headed not heated, when you ride on glass Left it at home, but you need it when you ride on glass Knocked
fo' life, Obie Trice is second. . [Chorus x2] [Proof] Which one of you *****s wanna' be ?boltion? bump heads When I got a passion for clappin'. . .with one
[First Verse] The year is 7'0, October the fifth, I done did my nine months now my life take a shift, In the freeworld now, you better raised me good,
givin the song lace with instincts impulse react and in sync give me hell indo make it go pop everything el second stretch out the clock ima live out every second
little kids No one notices were playing When we beat the drums like this I want my.I want my.I want my. Ultrasex (Repeat 3) Faggot (Repeat 7)
