they coupe Then exit out with all the bitches like we always do My desire to retire grow with every new crew 'Cause these guys just don't ride like my
to my groove work your body do somethin' No way in the world that you can deny my method As my record rotates,my words get more impressive I'm an M.C., Evil's my
jerk, it's on It's on motherfucker you goddamn right It's on, my royalty check, yeah, fool, I write my own I own my own label put my own shit out So
my crib out, can't shout F.B.I. got a gun in my mouth Threw me on the floor, called my girl a whore Pulled ten G's out my mattress and was lookin' for
Who was it organizing the right To follow my leader? Seems we look and stand around waiting For a sign from God Speaking for myself The Christian need
a mumble in the jungles Of shouts and screams That?s the way the cracker crumbles So I guess I've got to re-route my dreams Humble as a mumble in the
You'll be sorry if you slam my Mercedes door again! Now, it all started with my father I must have got my pimping genes from him, the way he left my mama
space Who kinda looked like Jamie Farr They sucked out my internal organs And they took some polaroids and said I was a darn good sport And as a way
They're ridin' inside my car They're swimmin' in every drink They're hidin' between my toes They're lurkin' in every kiss I got'em way up my nose
to walk butt naked through forty miles of snow Worked in the coal mine twenty two hours a day for just half a cent Had to sell my internal organs just
rip the streets and get 'em all pissed, get (...?...), we don't take defeat. Me steppin', retreat, you can lose your arms, better use your feet. Just pick up my
these motherfuckin' cops body rott Body rott, body rott How you see me when you see me drinking on Hennessey and Remy Look in my eyes my shit is dreamy
by a lunatic Decide to pack a gat Well that's the way I prefer Your forty-four might do damage But see my streetsweeper's much worse My shotguns are
Lord Looking at death with the last of my breath Follow follow my kids but don't sin in my steps Yet the weapon is kept with the best of my secrets
army's on way How does it feel that way, feel that way, the army's on way How does it feel that way, feel that way, the army's on way Ahh, you'll
me lord Looking at death with the last of my breath Follow follow my kids but don't sin in my steps Yet the weapon is kept with the best of my secrets
My shadow on the things you know. My feathers fall all around you, they show you the way to go. It's over, baby. I say, it's over, baby. Nestle in your wings my
, dog And the doc gave me my worst call And told me that my boo goin' through convulsions Imagine my mind, state and emotions Hell, my mom's goin' though it with my