will heal. There's a flower in the weeds, there's a life inside the seed. (And he said) "I have never been as happy as I am today", (but then the seasons turned
shit" "Naw, I don't want that shit" "I don't give a fuck, I don't play dat shit" "And I'm fin'nin to buss a cap in a nigga" "Man SHUT the fuck up" "Whoa
don't matter I'll fire shots at the ship and watch the seas scatter my enemies never turn into friends, my friends turn into enemies you scared then get the fuck
stop me (ATO story Callabo) niggas ani't stoping nothin but traffic (Fergiacal) TURN IT UP [Fergie:] When I come to the clubs, step aside (Oh, shit) Part the seas
bust, turn into a monster, eatin weak mc's up, smokin trees up, pinnin hoes knees up, feds wouldn't ease up, had to put the keys up, findin Jesus prayin
message I ain't finished diminished you so called critics And fuck them billboard and the billboard status me kick it You fucked up for a while up outta
bullshit quick Caught up in the limelight gettin way too slick See em at the shows bout to rock they shit off Gettin they peeps fucked up cause they
rappers till their spinal column disconnects We disinfect then check the monologue, turn your system up Twist them up, and indulge in the marijuana smoke This is the season
where the bodies are freezin' And the world doesn't believe that you fightin' for freedom Cause you fucked the Middle East, and gave birth to a demon It's open season
this on my own Well I guess this is growing up Well I guess this is growing up And maybe I'll see you at a movie sneak preview you'll show up and
this on my own Well I guess this is growing up Well I guess this is growing up And maybe I'll see you at a movie sneak preview you'll show up and walk
get away from hell Carry in here baby, tell me what ya need to know [Bizzy:] Yeah, yeah [Chorus] [over Chorus: Bizzy] Turn that shit up, turn the vocals up, fuck
up my babies' moms? Now roll up another L! I love it when niggas go out with a bang Throw my thangs! Naw baby, blow out his fucking brains! I lit up
ink-ugh Take the Gangster Chronicles, turn to page 6-6-6 Holocost, B.I.G. the merciless Niggas press they luck-and They get a butt-fuckin Straight up
s goin down. Kisses to my bitches and my niggas, getta pound. June, turn me up... mic check... [? ] Bitches don't kno da half, like dey flucked at math, give a fuck
