(I smoke cigarettes down to filter, smoke the filter down to space now I'm gonna roll this question tight and smoke that shit up in your face now if
like Narcotics Youngin put them to sleep Call me the broom The way my shorty sweeping every thing off of the street And any little thing y'all pussy to me
Yeah Won't stop niggaz Somehow the rap game remind me of the crack game Jigga, feel me People, told ya motherfuckers, told ya See that rap shit is really
her hand my girl looked at me said you dawg ass nigga finna to put this knife in yo muthafuckin liver i could say shit had to leave the house she punch me
your brain gone fishin' like Walter Mosley? There's an MC that can hold me, supposedly? No one could come close to me, only the family really know me
just to get around But now she lays in a filthy room She kills the pain with A flick and a spoon And in the streets the garbage lies Protected by a million
Uhh... Uhh, yeah Won't stop niggaz "Somehow the rap game remind me of the crack game" -- [Nas] Jigga! Feel me People, told ya motherfuckers, told ya "
to come unto me. Suffer little children to come unto me. Suffer little children to come unto me. Suffer little children to come unto me. * In your refusal
my interconnected introspective perspective The more pretentious, the more apprehensive the sentence Hip-Hop made me, Hip-Hop praise me Ain't nothin' changed me since 1980 Involuntary catalepsy, BATTLE ME
put the pig in, scalped bottom feeder, nose bleeder, cheap seats, to the meat eater sweeps sweet weak freaks, what up? grip clicker, smack the dummy box fix
listen (I smoke cigarettes down to filter, smoke the filter down to space now I'm gonna roll this question tight and smoke that shit up in your face now
Narcotics Youngin put them to sleep Call me the broom The way my shorty sweeping every thing off of the street And any little thing y'all pussy to me
a hundred niggaz palms Silencers, garbage bags of hash For every cop we paid retired now the nigga on smash Gash you out your burner fast You swing down hatin me now
just Knowledge me [Zev Love X] Eats the baby food with no bib And ad-lib from the Reverand Rib's crib The lesson is.. YEAHHH, some ?? true and fix Yeah all garbage
your brain gone fishin like Walter Mosley? There's an MC that can hold me, supposedly? No one could come close to me, only, the family really know me
boycott garbage sayers Thinkin outside the box like Harvard Squares Wild like Ben Wallace hair Hate the niggaz that ain't spitters blow up off market favors (you!) So from now