lived, we felt so alive I saw a flash in the corner of my eye Behind the closed door there's no light Yeah, it was only four songs and a fight Everybody
cold engine, don't start it Bust in the air and hit a airplane pilot We clowned you, rap surround sounds around you From ten speed and brown shoe Doc and
wind With a freestyle, sharper than the Indian spear So sit back and let the king explore Describe me, the kid's nice and he holds swords And his name
know it was so much politickinI feel like a motherfuckin' politician Just yesterday I was out there hustlin' Did a three song demo, now they want me in Nines and four fives, pots and
fist, of the mantis Those who oppose get dropped and hit the canvas With rigormor', I hit you in the core and pop your legs well in the figure four You
paper black and red and blue I'm sick of hearing sick of love songs there's no escaping Come to think of it I'm sick of love songs being made and [?]
rollin blunts of the Moroccan hash [Tash] Since it's all about the cash, we ?? on that smash Hit up Four-Five and Carson, scoop Xzibit and Brad The sounds
be let go, released into the wind, again again and deuces I must throw ya peace [Kanye West] You know what, yo? you a bitch! you should have a travel agent cuz you a
so much politicin' I feel like a motherfuckin' politician Just yesterday I was out there hustlin' Did a three song demo, now they want me in Nines and four fives an' pots and
I am a fag i suck at rapin yo Is fat, bald men decided to write songs And teach Mouseketeers to sing I'll stick Britney Spears in a room full of mirrors
S A U C E Better clap at the best way when you see me, nigga Love and war, thugs and whores Nickel-plated nines, three-pound-sevens and four-fours We
posse got a real Mc, Too Short and it don't stop And it don't stop, and it won't stop 'cause I'm Too Short baby On the microphone and I'm macing Thought
B-Real's verse] You got the Real-a Swingi' of my nuts Cube Killa Break maself niga, huh! Dick-a lick-a You ain't a killa You a busta Muthafucka Bitch
B-Real's verse: You got the Real-a Swingi' of fmy nuts Cube Killa Break yourself niga, huh! Give a lick-a You ain't a killa You a busta Muthafucka Bitch
] You got the Real-a Swingi' of my nuts Cube Killa Break yourself niga, huh! Dick-a lick-a You ain't a killa You a busta Muthafucka Bitch made niggaz
to avoid this Side effects of, hot raps and hot tracks A duffle bag full of guns son, dipped in black My culture, slides and attacks like a vulture Ghostface and
get a life, get a job, suck a dick nigga It's Crack bitch! Welcome to the Darkside - a.k.a. "I Don't Give a Fuck Music" nigga A.k.a. "I Will Kill You
hope somebody brought a bag of weed I like them flavored blunt wraps Or a peach white owl But here, I'm in a hurry So just pack a bowl for now It's still
