guess I'm pretty happy, ah with my lot I paid my way to get what I got I strive, I strive for something else But these four walls, my prison cell There's
Burning up say my mind's on fire A talk talk speaker on the end of the wire You know it cancelled it out Riot on the radio You know it's turning me on
Maybe she'll have a little boy, or maybe a little girl I really don't give a fuck, 'cause I'll be dead it's just another world That's right, abuse me
: [Intro:] Yeah, This is gonna hurt you this time Gon' see if y'all niggas can survive to second round You said what?! It's over boy! It's like a Murder
are dead- This robot psychopath, and you know I'm seeing red, bitch! Garbage bag doo-rag, On my head. What? Garbage bag doo-rag, You be dead. Bitch!
: Yeah, what's the deal? What's the deal y'all? I need y'all niggaz to buckle up one time Fasten your seatbelts, I'm a take y'all on some real shit This
homeboy Ken Gee put me up the track Told me E's rollin' Villain - BJ's got the sack Bruce is a giant - Nat C's clockin' Dough Be bop's a pimp. My old
place flowers on dead men's, you cowards beheaded Dark clouds hover the Reverend My rap industry, ministry, her menstrual bleed Every couple of years, here's
Job kriegst und weinst Habe ich langst einen Deal bei Optik gesignt, ich schieb Optik und rhyme, besser als der Rest den ihr kennt, S ist der Man, besser
You take it and run, 60 Miles an hour. And break, your way. Trusting, holding the world in your hands. It's all gone, it's done, it's over. Passed on
" Last night the word came down, ten dead in Chinatown. Innocent, their only crime was being in the wrong place, at the wrong time Too bad, people say what's
my enemy, that's who was my friends On the strong delucious Unstoppable, followin the tradition of men Can't say "Aww look at that man" "He's too dirty for industry" Dead
How would she know unless she hit the clubs, got her mack-on Back in the 60's with an afro and her platforms Bopping to the supremes, smoking joints That's
motion-style Pacific Ocean-style (Wh-what?) [Verse one] I'm in a rowdy-ass club There's hella-bitches all around me This girl walks up She says she's
Can't Have Me But We Can Have A Menage(That's 3) Now Rub Me Wrong And F**K Up My Massage (Ha) Then It's Flowers For Da Dead Bedda Give Em' A Corsage(Get
Pamela Anderson Lee's double D's, please I'm bangin from Belize to Tel Aviv on the Red Sea Racin' Saddam Hussein on Kawasaki jet ski's [chorus] Walk
DJ Khaled, We The Best Ayo Game. Red Nation [Chorus] All I know is bottles and rockin' J's Bottles and rockin' J's Bottles and rockin' J's Bottles and rockin' J's