...i give up fucking worthless, stressed for nothing, going nowhere and gaining nothing, shit piles up it's to no end, everyday is the day i should have stayed in bed cuz...i
twisted, I still click clack things Red beam attached to each and every strap That I keep locked up in my basement If I shoot a nigga will I be known
army?s in 2 all up track team Till I got shot and infiltrated the rapscene Had clean my life up, doc give me vaccine Don?t get twisted I still click
words I apologize Not for telling the truth, but about the lifestyle I glorified Now everlying I have heard and seen much shit But through it all man, I
t cut me when I'm going I don't hear myself We bout to drop, drop drop drop You can bring the beat up a little bit in the headphones Bring the beat up
Before I go (whoooo) Momma momma I know I'm selling this marijuana god I do what I wanna but god they won't give me a job I scream and I holler and even
! [A.B:] I found a mic in the garbage can! [Tonedeff:] I want to be the MC! I'm the MC! [Mexicano 777:] Ok I'm gonna introduce then, I'm a introduce then
If I could have a minute please, then I'll bring you to your knees. This contagious chemistry is killing me. Oh you'll never dissapear, until I give
of finding so much more) But I'm never dividing the bread Bitch I bet I get the debit if I don't get the cred (I deserve) Throwin' westside up like
, another cut to move on Another beat that's so strong Hold on and I get wicked in this song Stir up shit as the wit gets wisdom P-Dog comin' up, I'm
lettuce sandwich with a large water Drink it down until I can make up a Chubb Rock sound That will end all this, then I take the risk And if I fail I
can?t rank, bank or no bank I would if I could but I can?t so I ain?t gon? stop flowin? But I?ll put you up on this here 'cause you?s not knowin? Damn
set up To killers, you fake thug niggas shut the hell up I'm fed up so I develop the ill scheme to envelop These bitch teen seated up black devil vessiles
genicides In other words I apologize Not for telling the truth, but about the lifestyle I glorified Now everlying I have heard and seen much shit But through it all man, I
know shit about the way things are set up. In fact, I have more in common with most working and middle-class white people than I do with most rich black
if I want you Only ask me if I must I've been blown around so long Don't know which senses to trust Oh no, but I know that I must Oh, must you tell
