wanna know If we all don't take cover we're all gonna fall back in love again You work late to fight off your pulse Your patient dies, you take the night off
You heart's been dead since who knows when It seems we've missed the mark Lost all hope and given in Pack up the suitcase Take that handkerchief and wipe off
Pope get shot Now, we can blow an hour talking bout the stones I rock All the hoes I got, cause he stunts in the drop I'm marking my music like diesel
a afro [Kanye West:] I've been fresh since Will Smith was a Fresh Prince [Fabolous:] Had hos when Kermit was a tadpole [Kanye West:] So of course the officers wanna off us [Fabolous:] Came off
the system in the SL make it shake like it got Parkinson's disease Bout to go back to mark it in the trees Watchin' out for narcs in the fatigues And them markings
would perform prayers and all till one day he heard a voice call Come come come! Suspicious he moved with vicious caution Dismisses, he thinks it's a little off
cat I had my first stripper at the age of 16 Had me feelin' like the club was the place to be I swear I couldn't wait till she got off the clock So,
And Braille liquor My bed is stained With fractures Year after vitiated year Four corners you are touching They will liberate My need Bite marks In the
their eyes, a lunar antidote that powdered underneath the oncoming pestilence of their idling fingers. It wrote them a seance, penetrated their every dependant desire. It hacked off
Say Mike D, Dig these blues... Here I go again, runnin off at the mouth about buster's Muthafucka's just mad at me ckuz they diamonds ain't up in cluster
like yeast Diamonds slugs up on my teeth, hollerin' violence fuck the peace I got a slug for these haters, that's approaching me wrong Then I mash off
Hogg, J-Doe) (*talking*) SK, Sha, bout time you let these niggas know What you really bout, know I'm saying It's Slow Loud And Bangin', all these mark
(*talking*) SK, Sha, bout time you let these niggas know What you really bout, know I'm saying It's Slow Loud And Bangin', all these mark ass niggas We
blowed up like yeast Diamonds slugs up on my teeth, hollerin' violence fuck the peace Got a slug for these hatas, that's approaching me wrong Then I mash off
flow again Here we go again you know we know the flow again Roberto Malary Jr. : It's the one-two-three on your mark get set go I'm gonna show you how
without somebody screamin The woman love me and even the fellas be teamin But see I hate male groupies, so jus steop the hell off Look but don?t touch as I bail off
out on the frozen lake face depressed and kept from quite some cold ago, and they look brave, dangerous, man made the sort of mark one can make on the
buster motherfuckers came to fuck the game And it's a shame I see the mark in they eyes When they yellin that he tellin get to me, no surprise, nigga [Chorus] {"And come off