world on fire That was then, this is now And nothing's blowin in the wind Chorus: Screwed up, that's the problem You're going down, down, down, down, down Screwed up
yo block wit 16 shots and watch y'all drop And ain't nobody gettin up, (un)less they in the wheelchair Sittin up or spittin up, either way I don't give
get they head screwed on tight when it really get down to the nitty grit who gone fight pipe down 'cause ain't no better time to crank it up than right
Albert Einstein minds connect wit dangerous sons, step back let the tech lift Lift you up, bless you wit a shorty then we set you up Spark the lye, Q.
guts pushed, could be of cuz Luda and Meth Could be of cuz we do it best, could be of cuz we screw 'em to death [Chorus: Method Man (Ludacris)] Come up
named scratched up off my guestlist party freak You the type of nigga that'll hardly speak unless you spoken to You throw a cold screw, but sober up
shown alone Speech reduced by poor relations Strung from weeks of self abuse Chopped up, churned out weeks of greazy Spark plugs burned up, power's fused
fire or hold back on ammunition On your wig transition?" My mission, like Take 6, is to spread love But all you screwed mugs got me wearin' black gloves You up
saw in detention Get ya grands up hands up, real niggas stand up PUT EM UP!! Lemme see ya lighter! - Put it in the sky for me Lemme see ya lighter! -
Stroll on my depths as a criminal Homicidal activity bring 'em up all up Nigga let's show this shit be real But stack up realer than a nigga talk gats
rolling Stroll on my depths as a criminal Homicidal activity bring 'em up all up Nigga let's show this shit be real But stack up realer than a nigga
It cost to be a boss but you ain't got enough Now get ya swagger up, now get ya swagger up Now get ya swagger up, now get ya swagger up What you know
t be spendin' my time If you get your guts pushed, could because of Luda and Meth Could because we do it the best, could because we screw 'em to death Come up
Lil Wayne Magic, ahh ahh ow! rest in peace pimp c yeahhhh lemme spark up first... Magic, ahh ahh ow! rest in peace pimp c yeahhhh lemme spark up first
a missle cos I be squezzin' that type of shit up out my pistol Don't talk that tone, if you ain't gon' spark the chrome you shook and ain't got no tests
we chef shit Perfect shit, Albert Einstein minds connect wit Dangerous sons, step back let the tech lift Lift you up, bless you wit a shorty then we set you up Spark
