on March 5th. March 7th, you would be quit. On March 8th, you know what Mama gonna do for you? Mama gonna put you back on the Vonville circus. [Velma
'm dope Roll me up and smoke, on contact Niggas react, and play me back For doe, I'll murder ever nigga not on this track I spit back, at any nigga claimin
the dro fire it up You want me to do it show you gotta wire it up Go to Western Union and call me back Gimme the tracking number nigga and I can do that
spit the truth to it He's the man on the mountain staff made of lightning, smoking Writing poetry on a broken piece of oak, it's premonition Self conversation on
on contact Niggas react, and play me back For doe, I'll murder ever nigga not on this track I spit back at any nigga claimin' he Teflon The best on,
Outside the window, the neon flashes In the morning light Down on the sidewalk, there's a woman with a problem But she don't know how to fight She's
Thug On Da Line) K-Mont where you at? (nigga, Thug On Da Line) Wish Bone where you at? (what, Thug On Da Line) LaReece where you at? (playa, Thug On Da
spit the truth to it [Eligh] He's the man on the mountain Staff made of lightning, smoking Writing poetry on a broken piece of oak It's premonition Self conversation on
in cracks To find babbling Max, gaffling tracks I grapple an axe for them baffling acts The mysterious stab in the backs who dabble in wax Still in my
Lil' Flip] Yeh, we got the dro fire it up You want me to do it show you gotta wire it up Go to Western Union and call me back Gimme the tracking number
Outside the window the neon flashes In the morning light Down on the sidewalk there's a woman with a problem But she don't know how to fight She's destitute
it (Rah rah rah) On Friday we'll be jacked up on the football game And I'll be ready to fight We're gonna smash 'em now My girlfriend will be working on
, we keep the stats thick We at this and we callin the shots You thought you could hold me back (back) You thought you could hold me back (back) Puttin
until someone pulled a gun It was over, they spoiled my fun I was flying, just like a track star Dying, nah, I ran through the back yard Trying to get
Krumb, I live it up for my son And you industry niggaz, you really lost it First you slept on Boston, then you kept on flossin Shouldn't do that, around