a sting It's hard to keep control, I bless those who seek a scroll Trying to reach a whole nation and break the sleeper hold Not a role model, I walk
we just-a come Gunfinga cocked in-a di air, make it bum Bo! That's for my ghetto people Cause the world's unfair, never was equal Lick a bo! That's for
let this sparkle in wine Wet my throat rockin' the trenchcoat, flashin' to get mine Not hesitant, 'cuz the Henny keeps me bent Just tryin' to make a cent
's a game 'til them thangs come out I bang out 'til your brains hang out 'Cause you're fuckin' with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga Think it's a game
listen, we on a mission To get right, workin street corner in the midnight Picture the scene, these fiends with fire Ten dollar dreams, scheme, for a
, listen, we on a mission To get right, workin' street corner in the midnight Picture the scene, these fiends with fire Ten dollar dreams, scheme, for a
, I dip in the sides there be a sweeter by the seater Cocoa powder, bubble bath, and rubbing alcohol For 5 fuckin' cent you could buy them all I'm a
the walk by kicking sand in the dirt A friend to the strangers, a stranger to friends He'll take a coffee and a pack of cigarettes when you have a minute
with new tags, in case you wanna chase I never knew that, the impact, comin up out a Desert Eagle A make a nigga wob and wiggle screamin call my people
and get a cent And so rather than stand forever, been thinking Drinking over a felony and hell of me and how it will be Some other shit, people telling
road I'm like James Brown now, man, I got soul Naw, I ain't a pimp but hell yeah, I got hoes I was born due to this, when I breathe I make a killin?
still got a hot ass bitch And this bitch is the shit, don't bitch at all I mean, she ain't even a bitch, she a Juggalette (awwwwwww) But don't mistake
' you the business and puttin' on a show You're a million dollar man, that ain't got no dough But you got a ho tickets, backstage to a show Sedated and
his skin is a curse but what's worse is if I put it in a verse y'all listen to some bullshit first We ain't natural born killas, we are a spiritual people
by her new man in the MALL... wait a minute... think I'm gonna FALL... I have shot the president I'm queen of Brittain for a cent for fifty bucks I'll do a
me a hundred dollars. Then I'll make a phone call. [Roxie Hart] A hundred dollars? Will you just... I mean, it seems pretty stiff for a phone call. [
Sing a song of six pence, a pocket full a rye Who the fuck wanna die for their culture Stalk the dead body like a vulture, Tical get Blacker than your
is beautiful It's just the shit in it that's fucked up It's rough but it's fair People gotta go out there and bust they, bust they ass for a job I mean