step to me but grab ya hoes quick 'Cause the Syndicate's throwin' that crazy dick Punk motherfuckers run up you'll get done up We'll have your ass gunned
s health The sweat of hustlers greed is not reserved for men It's always fun in the beginning but it's pain in the end Pain, pain, pain, pain, pain
I rhyme of death and darkness and danger Your crib or car becomes a torture chamber I write my rhymes with violence What you expect? Sounds of pain
just you, some of your family To tell you the truth any fuckin' body we see You might just wanna turn yourself into me To save your hood pain of my crews
you and all But what's up with that six G's you owe me, man 'Member when your boys took that fall? And I posted the bail 'cause yo ass was locked up"
you're green I'll bend hoes on the downlow - banks obscene Wanna chill with these niggas, bet you wish you could And suck game out my ass like sponges
death of the ring tone This ain't for iTunes, this ain't for sing-alongs This is Sinatra at the opera, bring a blond Preferably with a fat ass who can
you! And fuck her too! I said, if i was richer, i'd still be with ya Ha, now ain't that some shit? (ain't that some shit?) And although there's pain
range, it's unexplainable Against The Grain, crown prince of the purple rain No games dunn, runnin the same, bickin the lane Ice drain shoot the rest of the pain
I see you like what you see and want to take it I know you really don't wanna die So come on and rock, come on and rock You don't want anything to be your pain
a trick But you no one ain't trickin? if you got it You know we ain't f**king if you not thick And I cool your ass down if you think you're hot shit
the pain last See my life like a movie, inside my brain fast I'm asking you, 'cause we used to rock the same ass When I die, put me in mausoleum with
And let the choir sing (chanting) Kardinal Offishall: Still got a couple seconds left, you knowa mean (chanting) Kardinal Offishall: See your ass on
work Girl put in work girl girl put in work Girl put in work (Verse 2) Push it to the limit Push it through the pain I push it for the pleasure like
When you're in the club, get your ass on the floor When you're in the club, get your ass on the floor When you're in the club, get your ass on the floor
his dick that's the flame before the fire you lit the wick i thought you were different but you're just another trick with a crooked-ass smile and a wicked-ass