down to talk it out, it's not my style i'm here to shout. so come on push me, push me now, come on give me now, what i need from you, is a threat, it
same strap Me I gotta get it I gotta get my bread I pin a bitch a freak, Huh, She got to give me head I got a reputation, I stay with the burner I call
won't really save you from death [Chorus] [Verse Two] They never saw us coming, they had they heads turned We faced the persecution, we know the led burns
: You turn me off at the push of a button And you pretend that I don't mean nothing i'm not a saint, that's easy to tell But guess what, honey, it ain
: (feat. Prodigy (Mobb Deep), Twin) [Verse One] Reflections of my own life flash like a fire Powder burns the memories life seems a bad dream Fall for
Situation is difficult My calibre won't allow me to rhyme on a level where your people can hear me, see me Guess I know you wanna be me In the meantime
I'm hard on chumps, most of these dudes is fags Put the guarder on pumps, push the broom up they ass Or the knife like American me, American Sig' is Muslim
s comin', get behind me, knocked at the door Act like you stickin' me up, put the joint to my face Push me in quickly when the bitch open up Remember you don't me
: Way too late to set things straight Push too hard by keeping me waiting Going down, no way up No use in telling you've been fucked Slowmotion shadows
You're pyro, I got one eye lookin' straight down the barrell Don't mistake me for shhhh, I'll eat your food and real quick Burn up the gear I dressed
get crushed, next up Better luck, we takin' off with jet thrust Under pressure, they can't take the head rush Talk to me, go and take the walk through me
hate me, I got pac on Feelin it, feelin it, chickens are ice grillin it Cops pullin it over, Jigga react militant Speed off Officer told me "Turn the
hate me I got popped on, feelin' it (feelin' it) Chickens are ice grillin' it Cops pullin' it over, Jigga react militant Speed off, officer told me to
verses in your head like pins Bow, bitch! Worship! Approach me; I'll bring on World War III in 5D So you can do more than see me closely Rope around
it's overload, we hug our pillows Heads inbreeded wit barcodes, it begins to burn, slow like charcoal Millions of civilians ride by the carloads They head
hated, it great it Let's me know that I made it I wouldn't have it no other way I wouldn't trade it for the world Only let's me know that I'm loved by
hashy, ??? ??? and wrap somethin And burn the place, ya heard me (Nelly) Watch me load up the ammo, cock it back slow In the back door, infrared low Tell me
