killing me i don't know what to say i don't know what to do i don't know who i am i am in state of waste
Give me a bomb, I'll drop it on you Why stop at only two? You showed the world just what it can do What a waste not to destroy Come play at war, man,
blame nobody for smokin Yo, bullets flyin, mothers cryin, brothers dyin Lyin in the streets, that's why we're tryin To stop it from fallin apart and goin to waste
niggas head gear like I'm county bound, wilin' from to tear to tear shootin' and popluting, ya atmosphere wit crates and waste, waitin' through the fuckin' state
want dead and the announcer said, "there's been a tragedy There's are unconfirmed reports the president's been shot And he may be dead or dying.&
of players, just call me Pop My name is Too $hort, no I don't stop I just don't stop mackin', don't stop cappin' Don't stop rappin' now you see what happens
chance Can't avoid the feeling, your world's about to end The secret is revealed, one day you'll wake up dead You wanna live You'll never make it Immortal state
rude Walk in the beverage center with a jockstrap dude Approach security with a delivery Never stating a major, cut cables in elevators Make the rush hour stop draggin' dead
horrible leaving nothing to waste Evil has a new face, a mangled horrible face His views are those of death, nothing will stop his lust Slicing victims
what to do One of these days I'm gonna tell them just exactly what I wanna do You're livin' in the USA Take another breath of that toxic waste Livin'
kind Blackmailing the Royal House, you freely spoke your mind In doing what you did you were an enemy of the State Five dead prostitutes a waste of
Chill, nigga, chill Get some rest man, come on, man Stop playin' wit' me, man (Ohh ohh ohh) Lately, I had a love that would ignite all the fire The desire
outta shape, one time Play the mall, starin' at your beautiful, sunshine Watch my shit shift, niggaz in the back, wigs lift You know the stats God, don
Villain man never ran with crills in his hand and won't stop rockin' until he clock in a gazzillion grand 'Til he in the wasteland sands raps on on backs
, "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 thought the rhyme was dead
more time at your ass Money and Greed caused all these evil deeds So watch your ass mothafucka I can hear them evil voices callin my name My mental state
t and you know what it's all about! Fuck the new conformity! We gonna take you down! We add risks to the explosive situation Americanised mass manipulation: A waste
