, yeah Oh oh ohh I think we'll like the sheesh tonight It keeps me warm and level headed Feels like I'm losing track of time But I'm fine, get in line
ohh, yeah Oh oh ohh I think we'll like the sheesh tonight It keeps me warm and level headed Feels like I'm losing track of time But I'm fine, get in line
That got pac and big shot The thicks blocks Now every rapper claim He let his clique pop But even myself told the gun To know the run then get shot Ive
with bruised ribs Don't hit me on the sidekick asking what you did Get a gun or ask 50's police to use his Cuz Bloods gonna get ya Bloods, Bloods gonna get
big brother's Pelle Pel' lingers of a fargone weed smoke Lookin' for greener pastures, pasturized 2% for $2.19 You can get 2 quarts, there's also a sale on Newports A seperate line
to be Some of them a worth leave the nights Gal a stick out pon a my night Yo-a The gal fit lack of traffic Man them burn cloche and try don't get her
free balling, yeah, I'm free falling, my cellie blowin' up from the numbers that I'm calling, go from 9 to 5, then from 5 to 9 I got DJ Sprout on the line
Billy's standing out by a west Texas highway With his thumb in the morning air He's spent 18 summers in the dust of Odessa Never getting nowhere But
This world ain't a wasteland It just taste that way some times. It depends on the angle On how you read your lines. For every brick we stack to come
hop that got Pac and Big shot The thicks plots, now every rapper claim he let his clique pop But even myself tote a gun and know to run then get shot
so krispy, I'm so krispy When it comes to bein' fly you can't get with me My hair line krispy like I stepped out the chair The **** got me feelin' like I stepped out the air
to be Some of them a worth leave the nights Gal a stick out pon a my night, yo-a The gal fit lack of traffic Man them burn cloche and try don't get
with bruised ribs Don't hit me on the sidekick asking what you did Get a gun or ask 50's police to use his 'cause Bloods gonna get ya Bloods Bloods Bloods gonna get
with bruised ribs Don't hit me on the sidekick asking what you did Get a gun or ask 50's police to use his 'cause Bloods gonna get ya Bloods, Bloods gonna get
are spread, but we're still gliding deep into the red, the radio is dead every valve blown open. The radar screen flicks monochrome, air traffic controller wants to get
