track Where the fuck you at? (Tical!) Let me hear you pigeons run ya mouth now (Shut the fuck up!) I'm pluggin in them social skills That keep my
the track Where the fuck you at? (Tical!) Let me hear you pigeons run ya mouth now (Shut the fuck up!) I'm pluggin in them social skills That keep my
[Sniff Sniff] Song 27 Da Lord Iz My Life Lord 4give 4 My Sins (I Aint Cryin' I Aint Cryin') Cuz I Hv Sined Da Lord Is Da Stucure Of My Life N Whom I Sow
to me While you were ticking me off gotta be stoned leave me alone I'm waiting for mom to comfort me But when I open my mouth Don't say, nothing Age 12
that do you in Mista, Meth, Hot Nickels Say my shit holding my Sex Pistol, deal me in [RZA] The bewilderin killa bee quickly sting ya I ain't gotta life
s my gang, my set, my mac, my tec My protects, my family, do you, understand me? My knife, my gun, my wife, my son My love, my niggaz, my stacks, them
12-pack wasted, I need more cases And Gucci's not a racist all my drivers Caucasian Rock star lifestyle might don't make it Living life high, everyday
I done with my life?! I shoulda listened when my grandfather said "Why don't you major in business instead?" Now my hopes have all vanished and my dreams
capture me and kill my will Just to survive the game of life, win or lose Do or die, refuse to let you capture me to kill my will To survive the game
rap with all expect magic Like my finger get to snappin and *poof* it jus happen But PROOF is jus actin out the party was stoned Shady made it so my
shit to Spanish immigrants I speak in codes, man to severence Always quiet than ben dichon to my madre Even though she did nuttin' for me Acknowledge me as I run down my life
should when we want to I might pass it So get butt naked, shake that ass bitch I'm bout as real as the stones in my diamond rings You can hate my guts
rain ass nigga you got a deal now you rappin You don't know us, faggot ass mother fuckers Give money to all my real niggas Obie Trice, D12, G-Unit
real' Candy rain ass nigga you got a deal now you rappin You don't know us, faggot ass mother fuckers Give money to all my real niggas Obie Trice, D12
m standin' next to him Starvin' Somebody bring me a Dexitrim To suppress my appetite I feast on niggas who ain't rappin' right Learn in the after life
from my own people baby its hard to be nice my face is frowned up everywhere i go and i cant sleep nights im in my ride tryna to find my foe . verse
something of value. So I make this my Life, My liberty, And everday, my pursuit. What about you? Drama, Luda', Willie, Busta, V12, AMG