It's so sad, it's so sad, it's so sad, it's so saaaddd! All these slimy, grimy women World and women takes a livin. It's so sad, it's so sad, it's so
here lost And aint ever gonna find their way home Suspicion got you furious, so grab your shit and listen up Its violence and violence, it's the only
it goes like that then it goes like that It's Cleveland (Cleveland) Its manditory to leave these niggas bleedin (bleedin) And you could neva hate against
you got and I want it I'ma take it Nigga made it and I told ya we'd make it Kept it real and it'd neva be fake shit Half baked and gone off this indoe
Cleveland to LA nigga whatever you niggas want we bringing it Thug Luv nigga what time is it yo I don't give a fuck where you lay at it's time to
me Higher, higher, baby Can you feel it?? (feel it, feel it, feel it) Do you feel the same weed high that I feel?? Cuz I'm so high (reefer makes you feel
on it, go 'head baby, stand on it" Well now when in doubt and you can't figure it out Just stand on it Well, if your mind's confused, you don't know
this rap shit When I say it's all I got, I mean it, that's it It's the way nobody stoppin' me from makin' it, And if it's not given to me, then I'm takin
you relate? [Hustlers] --Damn, what's up, I see you pushing that big time weight --I told you, I wasn't bullshitting --You coming up, aight! --When I seen you
for vandal on the guilty boy's head. When he's had enough of that maybe you'll take him to bed to teach him he's alive before he wishes he was dead. [
caught up in that snow white that Timbaland can't even get him in the studio he's so gone off that coke, right and it's so sad, cause he's dope, right America's
daily you face me drunk or sober you faint fast i never fucked up to where i cant whoop your ass. you neck will get snapped with bare hands. fuck music is it
Im lovin it I shovelled shit all my life And now im dumpin it on Chorus WHITE AMERICA I could be one of ur kids WHITE AMERICA Little erik looks
book You ready to rap motherfucker? You ready to sell your soul? hahaha The rap game will fuck you up [Swifty McVay] I'ma disrupted nigga, you made me crazy You
'm living what they talking bout, shining if it dark or not That one hundred E-X-double R, you'll find that in the parking lot You barking up the wrong
you) It's a good good feeling, oh yes it is... (I still don't believe you) Ohhh, I don't care if you don't believe me (I don' believe you) It's a good
baby, gotta pay me (You got that for me) You know you can't play me, baby, gotta pay me (You know you owe me) You know you can't play me, baby, gotta
trouble you, CCW, don't be slippin' in the bubble 'cuz ya brain's numb Young niggaz stay strapped Warfare be mental and if you get cooked it ain't coincidental