when more come And drag a nigga Eerie Avenue to Oregon, you're all done Ladies and gentlemen Select the weapon at the gate upon entering, The Roots instrumentaling
take Dilate, cock back the weight, spread hate Heavy metal we settle and set shit straight Hit gates in my younger days, from the policeman Me and my
with me The Don, y'all rappers don't steal my ash trays My coat hangers is diamonded out like my last gates Superhead, gave the low scoop to Halle She
half gallon of milk, some juice, and a box of grits? [Bubba] Nah but I might walk up in Kroger, head straight for the DVD's Stuff 'bout four of 'em in my
"To be continued motherfucka" [Wish] Never praying at night Cause the heavens don't want me Sold my fuckin' soul so I can live through eternity Killin' at
since my first glance at her pimp stance at her watchin' men throwin' Banjamins and Grants at her bottles of Italy and France at her advance at her,
man shit just outta luck baby girl born brighten up my life alot block still poppin old lady still drawn hataz still plottin (plottin) tryna take my
AIYYO! - You must feel well-rested From all the sleepin in on the fact That yo' lady's in-vested... Into the mind games boarded at - myself But wealth's not the reason It's my
yeah.. uhh.. Yeah.. All night like a corner store, twenty-four seven Hood hanger; we gets hot like a wok in the Chinese kitchen, switchin up on my shoe
on a bag to get my head blast Last week I lost to justice cypher born and spawned a riff with my wiz now she dead with my kids I live by the subway, niggas