on Christmas eve Check my wardrobe before I leave Pretty young thing hanging on my sleeve Gonna have a good time you best believe Hit the ride and I'm on my
And why you down there, suck my dick My whole motto is fuck it Hit the smoke shop and blow my budget MC's abusing my bitch, using my shit I'm hanging
my slot This worlds gone mad and it dont seem right Every night i pray to god please turn out the light That will be my one wish! (that will be my one
Is covered in thorns Some givin' a fuck some fuckin' hip hop like porn Book at testin' Mc a dumb Mc I said who's the best Mc You said young Mc Let me
cops Kurupt: Before I smoke, I tote my first tote A fool or here sneakin young bulls red bulls Me k-i-d, the elite mc >from the hill, got my top
out, yo Peace to the girl named Hurricane G Peace to my girl named Dawn Paris Peace to the organized kon-fus-ion Peace to all my shorties who be dying too young
MC's And uh bills are due so at times I'm doubtful and everyone disagrees But I'd rather struggle on my feet than to live on my knees So my uniform
I'm football head, I put your head Into a brook, all four, your momma wouldn't look at ya'll Gold from the Panama Canal, Alabama gal Got me laid up on my
Anyways we chilling on the stoop shooting the breeze Arguing about who was the illest MC Verbally slapped my nigga, saying player it's Jay-Z My moms cuts
everything is out of control. It hurts me deep inside to see our people dying. Why o Why, why? We used to play games all night long now all my loved
outside or the inside, create intense rides When my pen glides, all MC's will get they heads flied For talkin' shit, lyrics always strike throughout my
and fed God Degree of light to my head It's been said, the fool who sleep is already dead, so I stay awake And take care of my brother, and uncover
beat's on hit, keep the peace on MC's couldn't find my path (Where you at niggas?) Chorus: Pledge a legiance to my team Let's scheme, nigga, we gots
Lay you on the floor, shoot you in the back, make you Centipede My sense of speed is ten over three MC times Kay Slay over the motherfuckin MP My fanbase
cool But under one circumstance, you think he can bow my walk, flip my talk and my hands? I said sure why not, he can imitate anything trust me this young
it tight the plight... ? Fortifies my existence, reinforces my position in this course that I'm stickin to my path Now I can see it all laid out in my
test me? Exorcist, please help me, find what possesses me I speak demonic ebonics into electronic devices Leavin my opposition lifeless My crew terrorize your whole town Stay inside