't be shocked tonight, if you get shot tonight Still gutter like a motherf***er Chipped up don't be surprised when I grip up You slip up you could get
Where did you get that from? Must've been your father, your dad." I got it from you, I got it from you. Do you see yourself in my gypsy garage sale
pumped your gas and he cleaned your glass And one cold rainy night he fixed your flat The new stores came where you do it yourself You buy a lotto ticket
mud And I said "Hey gunner man that's quicksand, that's quicksand that ain't mud Have you thrown your senses to the war or did you lose them in the flood
if you give it away You silly motherfuckers are all commited to stay It's a cold world, but you still want a part of it So then you'd better fuck around
you, saying come get it Hey, sure you ready? I mean, you felt it before, you know its heavy And hard; you have me 'bout to nut just thinking of you Those
: I'm a ne'er do well (runnin' off black and goat) It's high time I pulled over and walked around a while I've seen the porcelain shell Erect some (
you modified your gangsta after seeing me walk You changed your tone after hearing me talk Extended your hand and steal my aura You know the god don't
it's only shit to a thug You either Crip or you Blood, really? I'm sick of the grudge Y'all niggas need to dip it in blood, I should walk by And take
they can't help it, just stay where you bow'n down Some more you can't get these pounds, unless you gon smoke it now If not I suggest you pack yo shit
us strength, help us cope In this world, where e'er we roam Ancient words will guide us Home. CHORUS: Ancient words ever true Changing me, and changing you
day has past for e'er you cannot bring it back again by means foul or fair see there alas the garden green where often we did walk the fairest flower that e'er
: (feat. Irv Da Phenom, Krizz Kaliko) You're one hunder-ed, we so hunter-ish You're one hunder-ed, we so hunter-ish [Tech] Unga bunga bunga, ingda
niggaz where they at, where they at [Xzibit:] What you know about that rag top 4, 3 wheel through the intersection slow, Then punchin to the floor, You
heavy there Did a show in Rome Like homes say u ain't never there Talkin bout you poppin bottles I don't see none You made it rain where? I don't see
you been in the streets You was with that hoe again, money wrapped in rubber bands What you sellin' blow again? How she got you holdin' guns but you call that hoe your friend? You
you and yours You got the C to the, cold-blooded cold-blooded, hard-core Rough and rugged, rugged and raw for you and yours, for you and yours You got
