to remind myself That it's my fault, it's not my fault I can hear the pain Well pause no more And I've never prayed before yea Never prayed before You
sayin? I'm the house-wrecker, mic-checker, Homie with a plan If I said it, then I did it, Lil nigga, I?m the man, I'm that trend-settin', big-bettin',
s in Cali loc'ed up when I was summoned Styles were mixed like the Drummonds, Killer Clown is comin Look around, your town is crumblin This Big Tech from
Suicidal, I'm ready! (Now I lay me down to sleep) Yeah (Pray the Lord my soul to keep) (If I should die before I wake) (I pray the Lord my soul to take
one's coming Shot are being blocked and the funky drum is drumming That's one of those set's where ya gotta get wreck or get wrecked No time flex, Heavy
me comin, BIG SCOOB GOT EM RUNNIN Sex when I flex I catch wreck on the world tour with dough in my pockets big like the biscuits, in CB4 Set up a contest
: What a skeletal wreck of man this is Translucent flesh and feeble bones The kind of temple where the whores and villains try to tempt the holistic
I truck big fat rings 'Cause in the motherland gold is for kings I got backup to jack up, punks who try to act up Do a world tour, watch the big bank
compete ( ? ) amateurs best to play the back Or fuck around and get that ass rocked and rolled up like Anthrax This ain't no joke dudes, I pray for my enemy (I pray
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down Of the big lake they called 'Gitche Gumee' The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead When the skies
pay Big Momma for usin' his lyrics Pay Big Momma for usin' his lyrics (You betta) Pay Big Momma for usin' his lyrics Pay Big Momma for usin' his lyrics
die Die motherfuckers Die motherfuckers Die Now I lay me down to sleep, yeah Pray the Lord my soul to keep If I should die before I wake I pray the
't upset me, boy Touch me my dog a wet 'cha, boy Never disrespect me, boy, dog you better check ya' boy 'Cause I'll never thirty-eight 'cha, I'll tech ya, boy Pray
me comin, big scoob got em runnin Sex when I flex I catch wreck on the world tour With dough in my pockets big like the biscuits, in cb4 Set up a contest
and all the G's in Cali locked up when I was summoned Styles were mixed like the Drummonds, Killer Clown is comin' Look around, your town is crumblin' This Big
like all the food that your mom cooks And then one minute later, your gonna end up on the floor dead You gased, the only thing that's big about you is
niggas how my gangster get You can trace it all the way back to the infamous When niggas out now was on infamil Fuck a hotel nigga was fogging a windshield Wrecking
