snake on in the basement The young snake's got my name You wanna swing that hand In the basement The kid wanna swing that hand In the basement Drop your
Got six troubles, on my back Like six little milk teeth, all gone bad Won't move over, won't get gone Won't move over Fried my little brains Fried
There's a monkey on my back Makes me talk like that There's a monkey on my back Makes me talk like that There's a monkey on my back Makes me talk like
wait So tell me something bad you've done Tell me bout your ghost Tell me bout the game you won And the one who lost Why you say wait Wait Tell me bout your
You knock on her door She don?t recognise your voice no more So she got on an aeroplane Na na na na na so long after Strip down from the fever Laid down
Stab your back You want a warning You got a warning Stab your back You want a warning You got a warning Stab your back Bet you something I can get your
fuck niggas, so many times That I keep these bucks steady on my mind, tuck these, I fuck these on your mind, pause To feed them on my grind, did I get
'all wanna feel Who give a fuck, dog, kill who you wanna kill Just keep it real when it come to me 'Cuz all my niggas in the slums kinda hungry On my
Strangler, Charles Manson No matter what killer I mention, keep dancin _Five Fingers Of Death_, _Fists Of Fury_ St. Valentine's Day Massacre on a jury Wanna convict me for kickin black on
To old Nell, Sigel street I ain't forget you Twenty niggas on the block trying to chase that buck Nosey neighbors and haters keep their face on stuck Cops roll up on
BK ready to kill with me You scared motherfucker, keep it real with me, keep it real with me Now what the fuck they gon say to me Got to clap, yi mean
niggas, so many times That I keep these bucks steady on my mind Tuck these, I fuck these on your mind, pause To feed them on my grind, did I get a little
nature I can't hold your hand through this shit man I'm not your father man, be your own man, stand on your own two I believe in you, believe in yourself
' else to talk about But you on that hoe shit Get the fuck outta my way They say they move down and side to side I beg to part your stupid ass clean
I speak I call it catchin' bullets with my teeth You can feel it in your chest Like Bruce Lee jumpin' on your vest But I can't feel yours through my
coppin a house to fight pits in Or blowin' weed smoke on the cops that write tickets Henny and what, shit we can semi it up With your picture on the
and master, When your ass was born it was all on the own and, When it's time to die you'll be all alone so open up your mind, ball up your knuckle bone
Just keep gettin' it on my niggas, say word is bond my niggas I got a lot to look back on in '88 Got my crack on ten years later gettin' my rap on Gettin