) falling down for me I'll never be apart from you So high we can go tonight So high we can fall inside So pure we have to grow For this something "high and low
it hard, in crack we trust Why Andrew Jackson look high as fuck on the 20, G answer Cocaine been around for centuries Since I'm young, black and rich,
[I. Mass Hysteria] Sing us the song of the century That sings like American eulogy The dawn of my love and conspiracy Of forgotten hope and the class
I like you, love you, every coast of you. I?ve seen your eddies and tides and hurricanes and cyclones. Low ebb tide and high, full moon. Up close and
mma whole case load Middle of December I will melt your fucking snow While my price is high, I will get you dealt with for the low Black man's World,
I'mma whole case load Middle of December I will melt your fucking snow While my price is high, I will get you dealt with for the low Black man's World
{High five, High five! High five, High five! C'mon ! Hey! Everybody! C'mon ! Seven! C'mon, now! Six! Five! Yeah, I like that shit} When I rock it's like
and Layzie runnin' the game and off the chain, and swangin' I come ready to blast Clickin' my pumps smackin' New Jack's ass Clippin' doin' leanest, my lol-low
holdin' up the wall goddammit I'm on the flo' Good Lord, can't you see me gettin' down on a ho And she drop it so low she sittin down on the flo' I never
robe My old rusty ass 38 snub nose And just in case you thinkin' that my shit don't work I say, go on and try robbin' my church Too high to get over, too low
of the cable And the cross bow Comes an elevation Of pressure In regards Compel a high water When all hell freezes over And breaks loose in a hand basket
take it all for granted and thats just... y'know i do live day-by-day but every now and then you have to stop and jus look at each day and say "wow,
Nigga Nigga You can laugh and criticize Michael Jackson if you wanna Woody Allen, molested and married his step-daughter Same press kicking dirt on Michael's name Show Woody and
't no fake in the track, Nigga, we shakin' the rap, Look at the tat's, Snake and the Bat logo, Gettin' money, fuckin' bitches on the low-low, Sit her on my dick, and
here Legit Ballaz is the clique I break bread with, niggaz I bust lead with In the midst of confrontation, high-speed chasin' Bend 'em and bust 'em and
Sing us the song of the century That sings like American eulogy The dawn of my love and conspiracy Forgotten hope and the class of 13 Tell me a story
