So sit and ponder Why giving up or admitting wrong Are sometimes the same... One hour Doesn't seem too long When countless hours landed you here For some it
too long When countless hours landed you here For some it's too long I have watched That measly hour Tear apart and even, Even get to me... So if you
, sleet, or hail I'ma slang that metal So tell 'em niggas in yo' hood To get it together Cause i'm the tolas mario And we down for whatever Nerver underestimate
roll. Who else could take rap, hip-hop, thrash punk metal. Take it, throw it in the can, spin it around and, come out with something that wasn't fertilizer
, it's Royal Green Riding behind tint, eyes slanted like Yao Ming Could it be, because this filly full of green Or could it be, because this ice up in my ring Whatever that it
In new sixes, hennessey with dark mixes The richest, fuck around, you won't fix it Toke, heavy metal, settle shit, rebel shit Fuck a cop, why not, we
m packin' a glock believe it or not I'm ready to bust And down here we drink purple and we drink that tuss So grab a cup juice so I can pour ir up And
gon' give it to you late (late) E-40-Water gon' give it to you straight, way before 1988 (8) I used to quarterback weight (weight) Did whatever it
I'm crown Royal sit back laughin' while y'all plans foul Y'all funny style, you'll never make it to trial it ain't a game kid World premier, metal gear
it through your head, there's no stoppin' me Nigga, the R is double, the surface is full, the block is D All it take is a Trey 8 and a mass nigga It'
and beat riding The most spectacular vernacular actor That y'all, bringing stature, combat your ego But even that is a battle So hard to keep my motives pure and not metal
, snow, sleet, or hail I'ma slang that metal, so tell 'em niggas in yo' hood To get it together 'Cause I'm the Tolas Mario And we down for whatever
It Up Here Eastside Walk It Out Bronx Walk It Out Queens Walk It Out You Know Brooklyn Walk It Out Now Harlem Walk It Out Harlem Walk It Out Harlem
for so long, it needs to empty The reason why it full for so long, cause I don't waste shit You properly hit, blood in your mouth, so you could taste it
Cause in the streets I live through it It's more than music, whatever I'm spittin' on I put my life into it, got a reputation on the streets Of keepin' it
his girl So they wonderin', why he so mad at the world I take it out on tracks, I R.I.P. it So even to the producer it's hard to I.D. it Bars tremendous
