the arrogance the rich folk ooze Take life, waste life just to get those jewels [Chorus:] Uh huh, uh huh, heads will roll Low light low life, recite
see no pistol's in the holster Watch the dot's on your forehead I'm gunnin' while you're runnin And there's plenty of bloodshed There's no sympathy over
shit Cause everytime I turn around y'all on the L.O.X. dick Niggaz thats narrow, I just smack em wit the barrel Give it to em at the light, like Kane's
Grandma Green's I represent The Projects, everything hood Big wolves in the woodwork, everything good In the bright lights, Big City, it's ten times
have it you faggots ain't know my status Fuckin with my mathematics you make us savage Five nine one six O, light brown M-E-M-P-H-I-S Bleek put it down
for y'all Im singin I saw the light from my cousin Paul Life brings alot of tragedy I look around at times and its so sad to see A wasted life, or a broken
twelve rounds, yeah You broke hoes need to throw in the towel Life's a wheel of fortune and y'all can't buy a vowel Who me? That's none of your concern
burbs I met a girl named Tasha in the 'burbs Took the hood then I moved into the 'burbs The normal Sheriff's are Police's in the 'burbs (that's right)
to be, D-O-G-G P-O-U-N-D G C, For life, two times till I die, Oh I, Oh I Life's a challenge when you die, What speaks for me, is the cash and the strap
too, Hello to my p.o., do Self to the boys in blue. Billy got brass bawls, 20 pounds on the catwalk. LSD & Adderall, And LCD's On the Wall. Hes watching
" e.p. Vile 37T. Tracks 4,5 & 6 from "I Am The Bloody Earth" e.p. Vile 44T. The Thrash Of Naked Limbs
faggots could do but gossip That's the reason now y'all niggaz ain't got shit 'Cause every time I turn around y'all on the L.O.X. dick Niggaz that's
to my P.O. Deuce up to the boys in blue Billy got brass balls 20 pounds on the catwalk LSD and adderal And LCD's on the wall He's watchin' every move
the show it's the after party Then after the party it's the hotel lobby And after the Belve' then it's probably Cris' And after the original it's probably
for the hood *** *** *** I do it 'cause I could Every star on my jeans gleams 4 X on my white tee's Livin' life like a G that's why These *** *** ***
whole twelve rounds, yeah You broke hoes need to throw in the towel Life's a wheel of fortune and y'all can't buy a vowel Who me? That's none of your
