Roll away your stone, I'll roll away mine Together we can see what we will find Don't leave me alone at this time For I'm afraid of what I will discover
it personal, it's only the business All or nothing, INS, know me to get it Oak dash, stone driveway, linoleum kitchen Big plasma with the game on, roll with my
head rush When I'm letting my lead bust, you getting your head bust Verbally rappers don't worry me I'm holding my own Like a drug when I steal them
hear you whine Brain of gold A heart of stone And you're a pussy Long, long gone C'mon, I'm in complete control Now heads are gonna roll I see you turning
I fuck him up good, just to smoke a L C'mon, make my day, c'mon Take me away and yo bullshit We about to steal shit, while niggaz kill shit So excuse
rugged style steals you brain And my heart is bleeding and this pain it will not pass It's not receding and my body's going numb A bad trip child, rolling stoned
can't be beat Check out that lady in my back seat Women in the U.S.A. The women steal your heart away Women into rock 'n' roll Or the ladies in the back
spit, my rap too quick I'm the ladies pick all around the world But I only got eyes for just one girl I don't roll twirl like a ballerina I roll through
rhyme just for kicks Forget the bullshit and bust like this I don't steal from the rich and give to the poor I take from my bitches from and give it to my
you mad cause I keep stealing your roaches? Yo Mike P (Yo what's up?) Turn my headphones up Rudeboy got me stoned from the sticky stuff Weed fucking with my
hoes and shows Nigga only fuckin' with the real 2-0's 20 minutes, 20 minutes Holla at me 'cuz 20 minutes Roll, roll, roll your dubs Eastside I T C Roll
me now I'm making my move come on and love me now --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Wash my hands Washed my hands of crimes Pour the water over my skin, my spine Cleanse my soul and ease my
it is, And I'ma tell this priest, rippin' off my people as the story is told, Sell me yo' soul This ain't Hellen Keller so how can you hear me, I
Leaning sideways with my fitted straight With 27's on point, the paintjob are new york minute made Check my armor no clouds in my stones Projects ringin
who has no compassion Who heard the widow who cannot weep In the backstreets, in the poor towns I hear a thunder which cannot roll Mine are the eyes that steal
thinking that I lost my mind But it?s been getting to me all this time And it don?t stop dragging me down Silently reflection turns my world to stone
of a thousand ages You see my face in the stones of the Parthenon You hear my song in the babble of Babylon I'm a man of a thousand riches Be my guest