couldn?t seem to find People are always telling me that I am one of a kind But that doesn?t mean shit to me I JUST WANT TO GO HOME AND FUCKING SLEEP
t around, probably out commitin' felonies My favorite rapper used to sing, "Check check out +My Melody+" I wanna live good, so shit I sell dope For a four finger
on tha prize finger on tha trigga when a nigga rides shootin' craps bustin' niggas out tha door pick my money off tha floor god bless tha tre-four stuck
middle finger RAISSSSE em up These hoes can't fade me, don't these bitches know we crazy? Thug Life, niggaz, be, the sickest You feel me? Now get that shit written down God damn! Took four
t around, prolly out committin' felonies My favorite rapper used to sing ch-check out my melody I wanna live good, so shit I sell dope For a fo' finger
Run your fingers down my spine Bring me a touch of bliss It sure feels right On a night like this. On a night like this I can't get any sleep, The air
're red hot, yes she got'em for sale Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale I got a girl, say she long and tall She sleeps in the kitchen
: [Drag-On] Uh, come on Uh, uh, uh, come on Come on, come on When Drag finger foreman I don't ever wanna get off Skip three, count to ten Ref. Griffin
apartment Roaches everywhere, cousins and aunts was there Four in the bed, two at the foot, two at the head I didn't like to sleep with Jon-Jon he peed
all (?) scotch and pork chops The passion of expansion the order of the random See the dreamers see the sleepers (?) sweet jesus and life on Earth Seek
anti Christos, keeping us down Blingin, heathen at this bloody freak-nic, geekin to drown Crowds of weekend warriors, but Meaty seeked so we found Never peace on this earth, reserved for sleep
horrific, the stench will make you nauseus see what I seen, everyday I live with this torture lightin' spliffs up to stay high like Twenty-Four hours sleep
sail And hit, every drug spot in the hood, and collect mail It's Trife, the barbarian, quick to put your dog to sleep like vetenarians Have him layin'
and they red hot, yes, she got 'em for sale Hot tamales and they red not, yes, she got 'em for sale I got a girl, say she long and tall She sleeps in
I'm like the war on drugs I don't stop, I'm all night vampire blood Underground {?}, since a kid I finger-painted in the mud, with dirty work gloves I
their principal is a murderer A man investigates the death of his twin brother Three kids search for their missin' parents and cover A nightclub owner, schemes against mobsters Four
buck stops Here, no more dough will be made Unless it's being made by who... the 1-6-Ooh [Interlude: Raekwon (Method Man)] Chamber four (1-6-Ooh) Chamber four
