with the words "I'm horny" Blood drains from my face so quickly Mom gets home half an hour later Kicks off her shoes to read the paper Gayle just sits
dream with the words "I'm horny" Blood drains from my face so quickly Mom gets home half an hour later Kicks off her shoes to read the paper Gayle just
must be smokin on that Cheech & Chong Think you can handle with somethin this wrong; with somethin this wrong Just write it in blood, or carve it in
Chorus: {E. Vicious} I'm down for my motherfuckin' stacks I'm born to jack and slang the fuckin' bozack I'm down for my motherfuckin' stacks I'm born to jack
And an ounce for you, I got coc for the whole crew I'mma roll and show the rest of my niggas Everybody I pay got the finger on the trigger I just busted
We run blood out'cha body, nigga we thugs, shit So give us respect because we comin' direct Totin' Tecs in the projects that leave a nigga wet Baby Gangsta attacker watch my back for the jacker
: Hey Jack Kerouac, I think of your mother and the tears she cried, she cried for none other than her little boy lost in our little world that hated
money and fame, I changed my name And played a different game Tired of being trapped in this vicious cycle If one more cop harrasses me I just might go
my neighbors five deep Starin at the wall, heard a scream Wake up in the mornin See the blood in the hall from the murder scene Don't cry, just ask why
stronger and angry [50 Cent] Look look, I come from a different crew, you fuck with me, I'll get to you A clip or two'll cripple you, just 'cause I ain
never fails a nigga I got beef with end up in the same jail he had a L rolled in bible paper blowin' the lye I sent him a little kite just to be blowin
Ask the homies they'll tell you about the way I'm a hustla I got it in my blood I'm still hungry I'm out to get it just because One Coupe One block one
Sold my soul ot the devil But I changed my mind now I want it back But he won't coorperate so now it's time to jack Called RIP and Stratejacket Number
se-sequences are fatal Ready be strapped papped wid me sawed off Clack back cause I believe in me label, Ruthless, and we steady be puttin' it down Just
stall, then I'm gunnin' Just work your job, get paid. I'll rob ya See, a nigga creep on a come up Stalkin' (gat fools), walkin' jack moves. [Layzie]
door ma and unlock the chain. Well I was just passin' through and got caught in the rain. There's nothing that I want, nothin' that you need say. Just
up the heater to mash you punk bitches Don't wanna earn shit, you wanna jack for the riches Nothin' in life's for free, my nigga learn that You burn someone, they might just