I'll buy a new set tomorrow I'm the horror the system built Suck liquor out my moms tits instead of milk I'm society's filth, shit I feel no guilt Welfare
Lost in space While you search lookin' deep in your Rolodex, I flex, I tell the truth When I'm serious you think I'm mysterious, drop rap in minutes
seven oh four three two one, red four Green expanding to one Moving levers up at seven decimal eight Moving two point liters down All systems go, red
And now I wanna clap shit (Uh) I reign supreme in this muthafuckin rap shit I lost my mind I can't get it back The way that I'm spittin, yo I spit ya
Its a crooked system but gin straight take the pain away i charge the game And put my problems on layaway A black man but i feel so blue So i smoke
to stay high I got so much trouble on my mind Refuse to lose But sometimes the flesh get's weak And I regret the decision I choose But I'm not trying
, what can I get you?... You know what, fuck all that shit man You fine as a mothafucka Now I'm just try'na holla at cha baby, you know what I'm sayin
block and a phone call away I've reached the status, of a modern day John Baptist I'm preachin' just what I practice To each and all, I got a word from
match blue latchin' vendeta Scadalism, that's what I'm majorin' in Yeah, murderism I'm doin' niggas in So give up the ghost my nigga Remember me, I
space {* echoes *} [*black elvis*] While you search lookin deep in your rolodex, I flex, I tell the truth When I'm serious you think I'm mysterious,
hold on my bud its hard as hell tryin' to stay afloat then the heart of it all so From my self its the way I go I gotta do what gotta be done some
were we reflectin' A system that's abrupt, the streets [Incomprehensible] One mornin' in the mirror, I seen my reflection A young man with good spirits, but needed direction I
and I, live or die, laugh or cry I'm all that I got, Pops and that's a lot, Hops I'd rather rot in jail before I ho-hop Go 'head me, tell 'em, they may
at all my friends Because I want to and I want them to Understand what she's been going through For a simple system, to resist him She holds her breath 'til she turns blue
on? Come on Uh, I need some head Say, uh, I need some head, haha Uh, I need some head Say, uh, I need some head, haha Uh, I need some head Say, uh, I need
I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun And I dress to at Ya see I got more clothes Than Muhammad Ali and I dress so viciously I got bodyguards, I got
look at them princess cuts 'cause they be glistenin' I ride top notch shit, nigga, all the hot shit On a Sunday I pull out all my drop top shit I be
Them blue boys shinin' all over H-Town Verse 4 (Jim Jones) (South let's go I know what it is) I gotta shout my n****z in Houston (Ay Trae what up)