unwinnable war, it's useless, like tits on a bull, little tits on a whore Got a mack and it's full of brats kicking and screaming like little kids throwing fits on
trying to do is just drive my car Turn my beats up and rhyme these bars But even when I abide by laws You run my plates just to find my flaws Now I undestand
test failed Got parole on us, then wanna roll on us I'm at my momma crib sleep, who told on us? I'm sick to death, I'm on fire in the streets Like in
less it's raw Imma put my drink up on the bar Drop, drop it cuz it's low And do it like it ain't been done before Imma 5 star chick put it down hardcore
find my home Twenty years on the run trying to find my own (and I confess, a house is not a home) My head is red- My bones black and blue Fever burns-
t be scared It's 4:09, west over by a hill There is some clover and a bridge where my father lets me play And I was taking it for granted You were there
white light splits Theraputic, fiend for the music Floating on the last boat sent from the cruise ship it saves your soul It's time to take this show on the road It
gorgeous!! your gonna look beautiful in the finale. Do it with me come on now. work it out work it out and pop it! oh! cushy tear awkward moment time
I want you to see Sitting here holding your hand I don't want to sing this song for you When you're gone I want you to see Sitting here holding your hand
: quit if you're through with it you are gonna make me sick sitting their with your hands in your hair quit if you're through with it you are gonna make
city and they leave it crispy-charred I light myself on fire and I dance around my backyard Hungry bellies, I can see where you're at Sitting on my window
, it was much iller My daddy was a serial killer And how about that, he'd always make me sit in the back With all his dead bodies on my lap (move!) When
in my bed Woke up to find my brain fell out my head Stuffed it back in with a screwdriver, I'm that much liver I can walk on my hands on a tight rope
I'm on the dance floor swinging With my brother, hes sitting on his hands all blingin', we mixing it up Plus, he got Cris' in his cup, and its spilling on the floor Grindin' on
sun will shine through And touch my soul take hold of my hand Look man a tree grows in Brooklyn [Chorus] Some how some way I gotta make it up out the
end I know that it's over I was fine till 7:05 Till she walked out the door and right out of my life If you're gone I'll move on But it only would of
So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me Wanna see you work your body So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me [Timbaland:] When timbo is
When you get here anyway I already got parents Don't try to put me inline I already got crayons My mama said I could do it I already got clearance Keep your hands of my