How the shit be going When we be blitzed High as fuck And now them hookers sucking dicks [da foe] Aha aha, I needs them muthafuckin millions on the west So I can
wake up-wake up, to put some sense in your head Don't be-don't be mislead, use your brain instead Because-because a brother like me, can't understand
all Run around telling niggas they can fuck wit parl I bring it to your high school, smoke the prom Put your brother in an air lock, choke your mom Cause
tight what cut from the playa Joe man let me get my shit right cause Im not gone be the one to fall off cause I know Im gonna be the one to take a fuckin
patterns change as I became a man An added aura untold blend as I asked for her hand. Did your golden needle sew it, thread virginial white As long as
them in because they'll try to take your TV set Ha-ha-happiness is the ball in your hand You've got to try and throw this party just as far as you can
a muthaphukka when your the man With the other hand I don't give a shit Clock a grip like no other can Wanna be like me be a G like me But I'm the nigga
muthafucka when your the man With the other hand I don't give a shit, clock a grip like no other can Wanna be like me be a G like me but I'm the nigga
hatcher, cut creators in bat Cut creator on the fader the teachers pet Baddest man with ten fingers you've ever met And sooner or later we'll have to sit Cut creator, cut
.) Pilate arose. And washed his hands. I washed my hands; I cleared dust of them; I can see specks of blood laughing upon them. Pilate washes his hands. He arose and washed his hands
so loyal, soon they'll be happy and very safe; if not, sent off like a pigeon with his head cut off. if it wasn't for the guillotine, there would be
to run off my page I said, "Stop rhyme" Then I grabbbed the rhyme and cut the rhyme That I've seen running in my sight I got a mind was happy when I
Put your fuckin gun away 'for I get pissed off then piss on ya like a rainy day I ain't happy I'm the other way Stayin mad as fuck and always lookin to
up Get me back on my feet so I can tear shit up Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up Ay yo I'
-wake up, to put some sense in your head Don't be-don't be mislead, use your brain instead Because-because a brother like me, can't understand you Playin
a tree but you cut it all off and that's what kills me pilot of lies who sat at the bat while i sat home and cried your hands were not tied you knew
to go about Making your amends to the dead To the dead With your halo slipping down Your halo slipping Your halo slipping down Your halo slipping down Your
especially from someone I admire as much as you. Since I can remember, I have wanted to be on the stage. [Velma Kelly] Really? What's your talent? Washing