and a butter knife, It's no fucking lie, I lost Big Lee and it felt like my brother died, Some woulds say I'm a lucky guy, I'm 26, they thought I wouldn
ambushed, skate, try to avoid this Side effects of, hot raps and hot tracks A duffle bag full of guns son, dipped in black My culture, slides and attacks like a
Name rings up in Hollywood But I'mma true nigga, I'mma stay Hollyhood I never change, might be a little busy though A little nigga from a big ass city
like that a th-that a like that y'all (that y'all) Cool chief rocker, I don't drink vodka I keep a bag of cheeba inside my locker Go to school everyday 0N the side
Street The cyber-niggaz don't give a fuck Decide well if you come thru frontin', kid you gettin' bucked On your way, to apartment 3A With a phat herringbone
steam and you can feel the flow When Ia??m Rollina?? in my 5.0 Rollina?? in my 5.0a?¦ Ita??s not a Benz or a Jag, if a 5-0 with a rag And I dona??t
you He don't give a fuck, he got 2 just like you There's a another girl in the Dopeman's life Not quite a bitch but far from a wife She?s called ?The
niggaz say I'm too cerebral Lies, dub side, flippin' perfection through your section Sanity's slippin', whose the next victim to catch a bless [Verse 5] Set a
time, it'll be all good Chorus 2x [silkk] No a nigga can't trust no chick A nigga can't trust a bitch I can't trust a bitch as far as I can throw '
Jamie Madrox] Twiztid in this bitch, double 0-tre And we crush any nemesis Jamie Madrox, got shaped like a jellyfish (Like a succubas) Brain of a scientist
you do me a favour? Could you beat me with a toilet brush? Phyllis: Beat you with a toilet brush? Aynsley: Shhh . . . someone might hear . . . yes, beat me with a
with a devious Clan I got a master plan how to blast your man Gettin lyrical, fightin your feelin deep in your mental Like a pencil all in your brain,
Runnin' amok as we fuck up the stage Taking hip-hop to a whole new level 8-0-8 bass over twisted metal Shifty, the rebel, supernatural A mac with a pull act a
evasion, attack a stage and you blush like a Cadillac, I wish your fleet would try to battle rap, Or make a man bleed, like a cattle pack stampede Front
avoid this Side effects of, hot raps and hot tracks A duffle bag full of guns son, dipped in black My culture, glides and attacks just like a vulture
out We ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto (We) For all my ladies that got airbrush on their nails (Ooh) A little fire, roll some of that shit on themselves Smoke a
line Make me feel divine Oh baby let's make good love from a distance Tempt me on the line Prove that you are mine I gotta gotta get a bit of your assistance
t gotta Worry about a thing, we could Take a picture (Take a picture) Yeah [Chorus] [Break] [Verse 3: J-Splif] Better step, to the side Cause I'm gunnin
