you really are gone you're so automatic the way you bleed you're so automatic the things you need you're so automatic the way you see you're so automatic
really are gone you're so automatic the way you bleed you're so automatic the things you need you're so automatic the way you see you're so automatic
I'm collectin these vicks when I put the dick on her O.U.T., L.A.W.Z. You fuckin with a nigga livin destructively, pump and pee Tuckin T's up in (?) when
timin That's while I keeps on grindin (that's right) to the point where a nigga can't stop Too much feelin this shit, that's why I'm quick to peel a bitch
puree jusqu'a l'extreme. C'est leur plancher, Eh negro ! C'est l'heure d'manger, Bruler leur sperme en echantillons, souder leurs chattes on va pas s
you and who you comin with No homo, T.I. had to go stupid Im on them high hills, and I am no Boosie Ave. riddin with the phantom roof gone Automate back
L-O-O-K A-T M-E B-I-T-C-H U B-I-T-C-H... L-O-O-K A-T M-E B-I-T-C-H U B-I-T-C-H... I said L-O-O-K A-T M-E B-I-T-C-H U B-I-T-C-H...
s, from you listenin Slugs whistlin, at the competition Blood stains on the stage, opponents come up missing U-N-H-O-L-Y, murder's my lullaby Never cry
he got him Others ran, but no mercy to the posse's wrath Automatic Uzi motherf**kin bloodbath Let's peel their caps back Let's peel their caps back Let's
Street Thug) Yo, yo... [Chorus: U-God] You can't hack the tactics Of a semi-automatic full rap fanatic You can't hack the tactics Of a semi-automatic
cause you choose it Most DJ's won't refuse it A lot of sucker MC's misuse it Don't think that Wu can't lose it Too much to gain to abuse it The name of
s fucking lice in it Party hard, man it's Golden, have them hands foldin' Mellow keep it rollin', that's how we stay Loaded Like them fo'-fo's, they stay
then you can beam up [x20] Now ya sexual peak is met so don't fret When I call you up and say what's happening baby it's Tech I'm callin' to see if
nigga I hope it's worth it Spray ya ass like a job from perfect Gay man suck a dick A-T-L, Dade County and Trick [Chorus] [T.I.] Y'all suck ass niggaz
Your Gators, We Like Odds In Vegas You Can't Ball Then It's Probably The Haters Can't Breathe Then It's Probably The Desert, If You A Gangster Or Not
Williams] I said think about your future You can't do that tomorrow But you don't hear a word, you see that SLR [Lupe Fiasco - Verse 1] O' ye tormented
still eatin out foam cups and paper plates We don't call it playa hatin in the nine-eight, it's P.I. That's pass intereference, automatic first down Want
