own size / nothing that they say hasn?t been said before / nothing that they do hasn?t been done before / nothing that they say hasn?t been said before / nothing
, bucking down two, bucking down your crew, mutha fuck you Pigs were blue, I where black, nothing but black Cause god damn its a brand new payback Fuck Pat Sajak, never did nothing
We choppin' nothin' but missiles, still the nigga who the greatest! Y'all lost! Can't even afford the cost, this is authentic and nothin' that's dealin
point ah no return tryna' get the cash Feel mo' wrath, murda on the government War for the niggas on the streets It'll be no peace till the top dog eat Tryna' stop
you're dead! Bang, bang you're dead! So down on luck, it feels like nothing's enough, you should get a new live instead. Bang, bang you're dead - but
[Chorus] Wind blowing through, ghost in my head This lonely road, has been left for dead Wind blowing through, ghost in my head This lonely road, has been left for dead
him [Chorus:] Wind blowing through, ghost in my head This lonely road, has been left for dead Wind blowing through, ghost in my head This lonely road, has been left for dead
We came back wet Back from the dead And I?m thinking of you We traveled long We traveled hard To long to bear Hard just to come through And when I stop
heat Step to a pimp when you see me on the street Let a nigga know that you down to hoe Represent the ice and collect the dough This aint nothing new
dont you go into the next room and start getting undressed? What's your pleasure? [1st Verse- Violent J] Fat Sweaty Betty, the bitch ain't nothing new
new patten-leather penny loafers You fuck! I'm 2dope I got sick ass sewer sludge stuck in my throat And I live in a big pipe on Sog Island So stop by
rhyme smelled like dirty hair and art school turpentine once at a truck stop, I read the good news it turned my old boots, it gave me new views it turned my dead
for eternity We'll dance with the living in joyous fiesta Tequila will flow, we will drink of our fill We'll dance with the dead, We will dance with the best And nothing will stop
with money bags Stop in Philly, order cheese steaks and eat BEANS fast And bring it back up top, remove the fake king of New York You show off, I count
it super tight like pants in SoHo I'm bout my dough, ho, so don't play with my bread Man, I be trying to stop the violence nowadays so it's dead I'm
the lap of luxury, where the hell's cut for free And the kid (can't fuck with ya'll) Til I got a tree On some new property, at my new pot to pee, have
golden Playa rule, break it cross the busta back Gangstas lovin' bossin' tossin' crossin' Fly ain't diggin' that Playa plan to rest my head surrounded by the livin' dead
