[Performed as The Uriah Omen] When, when you feel upset, I will kiss you softly and leave your cheeks wet. Lie; tell me you're alright. Put the sun
way ahead, smarter Keys come from overseas in a submarine under water Still 'gon ride the Legend Monday, ride the Lex Tuesday Ride the Benz Wednesday Under the seat is
, 'An get that money register open!, Yes the gun is loaded, I aint pointin fingers inside a "Qoutes"!, Niggaz is broke! You get this red right right through
is over, shit is over The shit is over, the shit is over Cuz ain't nobody fuckin wit us Ain't nobody fuckin wit us Shit is over, shit is over, BYE BYE
keep me stressing enough Is this rap for real, is it a blessing or what?, Screw I hope I see you when they wet me up [Bun B] This is H-Town, Texas
I nut in my underwear (Shaggy 2 Dope) The second little piggy, his house is made of brick And this little piggy is a motherfucking dick He sits on
would make a legend or a monument I'm not souped up, or a pooh-butt I only lay my voice on a track that pooh cuts A beat is like food for thought so
pen Never SAID a grin IMPLIED health Consider me a mobile advertisement for that hybrid plant of fabrics I deemed practical, now is you is or is you
B bring the pain, Wanna know what I rep? Just check the chain In the hood is where I hang, On South Lee, that 5-9 He dippin oil, He drippin candy,
is over [Chorus] Shit is over, shit is over The shit is over, the shit is over 'cause ain't nobody fuckin wit us Ain't nobody fuckin wit us Shit is over
Bun B bring the pain, Wanna know what I rep? Just check the chain In the hood is where I hang, On South Lee, that 5-9 He dippin oil, He drippin candy,
keys, 'An get that money register open!, Yes the gun is loaded, I aint pointin fingers inside a "Qoutes"!, Niggaz is broke! You get this red right right
pinned Never set a grin and fly health Consider me a mobile advertisement for that hybrid plan of fabrics I deemed practical, now is you is or is you
make a legend or a monument I'm not souped up, or a pooh-butt I only lay my voice on a track that Pooh cuts A beat is like food for thought so I eat it
draw guns wit two's a piece Your whore's is chossin me, rap wars is losin me, a true MC My influence be showing and fluently [A Butta] True indeed, I
is over [Chorus] Shit is over, shit is over The shit is over, the shit is over Cuz ain't nobody fuckin wit us Ain't nobody fuckin wit us Shit is over
