count me out but everybody wants to get that feeling something's wrong it's not for you but everybody wants to get a piece of my heart now you come on
name on it Dick made the cover now count, how many veins on it Scooby snack jurassic plastic gas booby trap Ten years workin for me, you wanna tap shit
, will that put food on my plate? Yeah, can I walk into McDonald's, up to the counter And tell 'em you can make limestone from gunpowder Will they give me
's ten times gritty Doin' life on the streets, whose biddin' wit me? Regardless, I'mma hold mine down, load my pound Target on the unknowns who roam my
b***h I just pop up on these hoes on some pimple sh*t And put the iron to your face you old wrinkled b***h We just had to kill it We on the radio hotter
fine, see now I represent mine I'm new on the rap scene, brothers never heard of me Yet I'm a meance, yo, police wanna murder me Heine(ken) Dark drinker
too cold for me All in order like it's supposed to be I only came to MC, you couldn't take nuttin from me But niggas hate Sonny cuz he came to make money
: Sitting by my stereo all alone My baby calls me on the telephone She says, Baby take me out for a dance I tell my baby I feel so bad I can't go out
: [Turk] Come on, come on Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on I roll with a bunch of untamed guerrillas, head bustas, and sharks Niggas that'
s my word on hip hop Rampage is here to stay, I won't stop The feds tried to get me, and were too thru the cops I'm on the streets, gotta pass heat everyday
't condone Counting everything I own in my muthafucking ZONE, I'm up too high somebody come get me down down down down Said I'm up too high somebody get me
. T All these hating naggers ain't got nothing on me Honestly, I gotta stay as fly as I can be If you Wiki "Willy" you get super O.G. Honeys always rush me
just pop up on these hoes on some pimple shit and put the iron to your face y`all wrinkled bitch [Will.I.Am] Oh, we just had to kill it we on the radio
lost page of a wild rhyme writin' nigga P holds the pen tightly, explode nightly I count on one finger, all y'all rap niggaz that excite me Y'all niggaz is trash rap, wanna fight me
with my name on it Dick made the cover now count, how many veins on it Scooby snack, Jurassic plastic gas, booby trap Ten years workin' for me, you
Do or Die] It's a ship it up yo flip You see them dogs in me Automatic static Outlaws call on me You see the balls on me I'm gonna let 'em swang Without
certified is mr. nice with the wise guys These crews stress, fully on a quest To be recognised, put up on a level next to me And the Wise unified our
think of me Then I think of nothing, it's the end you see Yeah One minute left to go, is this the end? That message on your stereo, four minute warning
