out Turn the volume up till you can't hear. He died... his hair a different color, and took up a new name. She cut... her skirt a little shorter and
If you're up in the scene And the scene is thick And you can't cooperate Then it's best to flip With ya wack ass Acting like a jack ass You're taking
I'm a be the first black face on money Beleive it I bust guns by any means I got a oozie, a calico, a M-16 with a red beam Hit you all up in your head
anyone, ain't that much to take Wouldn't know the difference between a real blonde and a fake Feel like a prisoner in a world of mystery I wish someone
: Johnny works in a factory Billy works downtown Terry works in a rock and roll band Looking for that million dollar sound I got a job down in Darlington
: Johnny works in a factory and Billy works downtown Terry works in a rock and roll band Lookin' for that million-dollar sound I got a little job down
their fucking tricks again Conspiracy Theory! For all the world to know Devide and Conquer! What a fucked up world You try to make headlines of foreign affairs While back at home, no one
grunge to Rock, Classical to Country So many artist workin' but no one making money Welcome to the East Coast, home of the innocence Still Piegon Holed, as a farm or a
I'm a be honest, Any MC who tries to step to this I'm making you a promise. The what? - Give me a wo-ord! (Nostradamus.) Hahh! That Nostradamus... Is
Each and every one of those, let em know I shine a globe, even in the dark, stay smart Stay sharp, as a harp played by a musician in this position Feel
home Why do we all end up alone We gather no moss just like a rolling What I say is what I mean No definition in between Couldn't make it in the movie
home towards Texas, (bought a new Lexus) And it goes Shane Green, can't be a nigga whole scene with the walkin cream (Drop a dollar bill y'all), causin
a locc You get in the shower I'm ass naked right behind your door Sicc like Norman Bates, I'm murdering like a motherfuck Wit a gun in one hand a 40
Take a train, to Rome, or home, Brasil, forreal. Wherever I go she goes. Wherever I go she goes. [Verse 3] Uh. Guess who's back in the, house, With a
seven Man you should have seen the queue City slick and country hick They came one and all A traffic light girl and the down-home kids Assembled at the
straight bitches left a nigga hangin' at the club when it was scrap time then a week later gave him a shot on in a rap line now they in a New York rap
a show with a blade and Im poking you Just joking mate I know it aint fair though Im not in your circle so you ask me for square goes If I had a gun shoot
friends and even foes Each and every one of those, let em know I shine a globe, even in the dark, stay smart Stay sharp, as a harp played by a musician
