Letras:
Looking Up Second To Last

got dressed up And went and took all the bitches of the athletes [Mikey Rocks:] Big up to what's been up, nigga Pin-ups from when we clicked up and

I am the prisoner of the island I walk I'm walking ripping off last clothes On the barely noticeable trail Through the thorns to your heart Last remains

Snatchin drugs, pumpin slugs in these other thugs (GIVE IT UP NIGGA) Don't run out of breath Every step could be death 'til you blast And be the last

you!) "Get out the car... or I'lI hurt you" So here I go, I better make my mind up Pick my nine up, or hit the line-up I chose B, stepped into the streets

I) I stand up and hit my head on the mobile (and you) and you look around too (and we) time passes easily (ai-yi-yi) (ai-yi-yi) I've opened up my mind

is the last thing you should fear it ain't considered a crime unless they catch you We all die one day (Obie Trice): Niggas when I step up in the bar, faggots wanna look

out of your element, they'll pick you out of the crowd Thang to do is face the music, take a stand for yo postition Nigga get up, better stand up, man up

to the land let us blastinate People lookin at me like he's too nasty to date Gimme my dick back we in the last days every second got a muthafucka passin

to other thirteen year olds you seen lookin' cut comin' on the scene to blow first impression of a young adolescent a grown up mind that flow so impressive grew up