the yard I ain't fuckin with it This cake has got to be all icing baby Now I know I'm taking the biggest piece but god damn I'm the biggest fish with
top on the flo', let you feel the breeze [Buckshot Shorty] Trees make my eyes bleed I come from an ill breed Thoroughbred born from a strong seed Led
I kick the game from the street Not the slamma Tighten up my knockas with a big lead hammer [Chorus] [Verse Three:] Some of the times I write my raps with
the name And I can make it in the music or the street game I still got hoes that'll work Still got crews that'll work Still roll with an extra clip And
sour taste fill your stomach [cho:] Screaming for the living Screaming for the dead Together we go thru This acid trip from hell Fucking with your body Fucking with
get with us And get clear where we did it From the heart, from the people From the top, from the jeep From the gut, from the street From my soul to the
we are, in times like these The concrete and steel stand strong against the wind With the memories of what was and what has been The sounds of sweet soul music
diary I open First page, "To my love, the first and last" A black and white photo from 1912 An image to remember from a forgotten past I turn the pages
nigga to shine solo from the place ya find em Native Detroiter, ghetto reporter, hit you wit some Heavy metal for supporting what ya caught us A little something different from the homie from
the cold world My home was there and then Those meadows of heaven Adventure-filled days One with every smiling face Please, no more words Thoughts from
Dangerous lives and haters die rollin' with convicts Conscience who tolerate no nonsense Fake rappers in doo-rags, get shot-up at their concert Your bitch bleed, bitin' her nipples with
Six minutes- I'm on, six minutes- I'm on Tricky: It's a long way from Knowle West to Hollywood I've never seen a triple beam From L.A. to N.Y. I eat
and what do we do to evil? OWHH, (OWHH). Off with his head (Off with his head) Off with his head (Off with his head) Off with his head. That's what I
debate cause when I make my music ain't no Evil from mister yates callin me A cult leader I don't really know but I'm a fosho heater wickedness commin From
in one night, licked big titts Had sex with some dikes and he won't use protection For my erection constantly makin' me get that Penicillin injection Wait, I hear voices speakin' from
and starring in it Yo niggas from the Wall don't bleed Dirty Dozen niggas don't bleed Royce 5-9 don't bleed Rock City niggas don't bleed Live from the
t never seen Kevlar flesh (hell naw) Y'all bitch niggaz is flirtin and fuckin with death I was taught to stick with the right and work with the left Never