I get it this country fuckin livin Country livin keepin when you killin all these sons of bitches never givin in and they never get it because we keep it wicked [x9
, smokin' my dope countin' decimals Recognize this, real thugs respect violence The 1-9-9-6, some are rather dry snitch Coruptfully, my whole team recieve ? ? ? ? to be Some are
I want to do with you Let me tie you down pick you up and Flip you all around Let me tell you how sexy you are As I'm going down on you in the car If
me passed out on the floor I wish I heard you tell me Make up your mind Wake up Make up your mind make up your mind This is Daisy, this is crazy
you're wondering where I am Cause I don't care if I ever see you again Well I'm sick of being compared to what you had before I'm sick of being what you
now but oh my god if she hears me she'll come wrote em down for you to are my faults these are my plans and these are my nasty little thoughts
seeking You can't make me run, you can't make me free The only thing I trust is what's inside of me If I rely on you what am I gonna do When you crush
out of show You niggas are too slow ,And you niggas don't know About a freestyle flow ,I kill you soft and slow I'm about to set this shit loose to your
Are you a believer, tell me how could you leave her? When the story's getting good, the plot is getting deeper You lied behind your kiss when you said she was the keeper You
it now but i'm so far below it and i believe you, yes i do the things that you say are so true and i, well i trust you, thought i could trust you now in everything that you
me she'll come running in... These are my hands, these are my faults These are my plans These are my nasty little thoughs I wrote 'em down for you to
my god if she hears me she'll come runnin in these are my hands these are my faults these are my nasty little thoughts I wrote em down for you to contemplate
me she'll come running in... These are my hands, these are my faults These are my plans there are my nasty little thoughts I wrote 'em down for you to
in... These are my hands, these are my faults These are my plans These are my nasty little thoughs I wrote 'em down for you to contemplate at a later
the finest Cunning linguist recite this Like this your so called highness Are you indisposed? I offered you the blue pill But the red pill you chose Now you
wack"} I'm the perfect one to show ya, all that slick talkin could be over All it's gon' take's a U-turn from the chauffeur You test me, you just see
(feat. Irv Da Phenom, Krizz Kaliko) You're one hunder-ed, we so hunter-ish You're one hunder-ed, we so hunter-ish [Tech] Unga bunga bunga, ingda
hands up If your heads bobbing to the track Throw you hands up If you got loot in you pockets Throw your hands up And if your not foul Let me see your hands up And you are protected and you