along follow me as I lead through the darkness As I provide just enough spark that we need to proceed Carry on, give me hope, give me strength Come with
'm like, Santa Claus, I deliver niggas grams a raw Straight from Panama, fiends eat it up like canavaugh And my dimes disappear like magic wands I sell 'em, 'til the crack
style and sell it to somebody It'd probably smell like cologne made out of bits of panther They call me anchor man, I'll hold down the ship Leave you
Cover me, smother me with love that's brotherly That didn't work, try another play Hut one, hut two, hut hut hurry up I'm reachin' up another grown man
die Like the gangstas before me 'Till they fourty-four me Or outlaw me They never saw no one raw as me The general in this war is me Hilter Young
shooting In Detroit, crack-head zombies still prostituting In Detroit, where the underground rap don't get played on the airwaves Unless, pull or push
when you push play I have you havin more Good Times then J.J. You know what they say, don't put up the AK Cuz my money gettin longer than the white lines
Got What You Need So tell me what you need I Got What You Need So tell me what you need Tell me what you need I Got What You Need Tell me what you need
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
lil' homey, yo he eat anything for me Send him uptown, he get bagged, yo he never call me Come home and still blow cats for me Pump crack, stabbin all
start shooting up the diesel Had a flesh back, screwing some dude up in his hashback The night before, body still sore, holding her ass crack A regular
it hard for you niggaz to keep up Been thru a hundred towns, and running, beating the streets up Come up north in New York, down in Miami, pumping At
yo' ass Nah, I got the money, I even got one wit' me And 'Von bring it too, he on his way to come get me He just hit me, he'll be here in fifteen With
I'm serious She's pretty tied up Hangin' upside down She's pretty tied up An you can ride her She's pretty tied up Hangin' upside down I can't
neighborhood - then push the crack in Doin us wrong from the first day And don't understand why a nigga got an AK Callin me an African-American like
me But grab ya hoes quick Cause the Syndicate's throwin that crazy dick Punk motherfuckers run up You'll get done up We'll have your ass gunned up Before
ever heard a gunshot Yo, the pusher, the player, the pimp gangsta, the hustler High Roller, dead pres folder Is cold lampin' like a black king on a throne Evil E...turn up
get by seventeen wicked clowns For the seventeen dead bodies never found And they jump on your back until your ribs crack Toss you in the cart and push you down