life questioning everything Sometimes what is placed right in front of us I find so hard to believe It can crush us so hard That it becomes difficult to breathe
and records in matter of seconds check em son. Lost an erection and found it in an aggressive nun. Fuckin' chin-checkin punks 'til he's out of breath
not in my nature to make a commitment so let me breathe, But she doesn't understand catch attitudes when I leave her (leave her) Like being on probation makin' it harder
Verse One:] The card after the ace is deuce So cut the nigga loose on the 3 That's me The motherfuckin T I got ride on my surfboard Rhyme hard But only
this nigga said he's ready, man Yo, kid you're sure you wanna be down with this, right? Yeah, I'm sure, I'm ready Aight Know what you're in for, right? [ VERSE
bets to fight every fuckin'one (BREATHE!) Say some punks around and some buckin' guns (BREATHE!) Spray guns might result in you bussin' some (BREATHE!) Verse
relaxin' Hit u where it hurts Make you feel it, can't conceal it If it breaths then I can kill it Come and get it, custom-fitted Hit u where it hurts [Verse
gone set y'all free SO- What's my anti-drug? Drugs! Anti-drugs is when I can't get none, for fun I drop flows, punk the punk rappers Load clips for nines
punk motherfuckers that pray for my death Niggaz want me to show love, but ain't none left Won't speak no names, I won't waste my breath Got too much
by one I push 'em down fat bullet fat head make a pussy sound Hard head soft ass make a gushy ground I'm straight from a crooked town Like that bitch! [chorus] [verse
pro and polar be deep I unfold like the rap sheet And compete incomplete sleet so complete hard emcees turn into SWV Leave them so, weak in the knees they can hardly breathe
[Verse 1: Juan Gotti] Razaville Texas Houston to McAllen Deep in San Anto, screw Rich y Valles Rollin' throught Dallas, Boritos, and Corpus Odessa, Laredo
hard like I'm custom model Each one, teach one, we gonna lead, so follow Niggaz soft like avocado, trying to hold bravado My tips be hollow, some real hard
One by one I push 'em down fat bullet fat head make a pussy sound Hard head soft ass make a gushy ground I'm straight from a crooked town Like that bitch! [chorus] [verse
never was Movin' like Barry Sanders, leavin' you in the dust [ Verse 5 ] [ Proof ] Yack is high, I got the highest yack Hit the ground so hard I leave
to all my little brothers, little homies, yo check it out [Verse 1] Man you 21 now and I still can believe it Been living on your own, just hard to
