Glacklungs no longer breathe the same now you're choking, drowning in a sea of sudden death would you have it any other way? look outside, days polluted
ma booby trap With a rappin' up for the eight track play back laid back sit back An I'll ???? an me runnin' ???? as a matter a fact 'Cause I trappin' a back like a
throwing dice on the bricks hardcore like a knife with that junior mafia bitch she had a ghost rider but shes a bitch nigger u got a ghost rider cause u a
in my pocket, Sam launch the rocket They wanna rip my arms out the socket, fuckin heathens Love to see a nigga stop breathin I heard a voice sing out
, legit, a hit, I throw a fit Not slackin or lackin a bit, nah that ain't it So just a bob ya head, like I said, the fresh it So just a bob ya head.. "
Drill holes in my pocket, Sam launch the rocket They wanna rip my arms out the socket, fucking heathens Love to see a nigga stop breathing I heard a
holes in my pocket, Sam launch the rocket They wanna rip my arms out the socket, fuckin heathens Love to see a nigga stop breathin I heard a voice
and I'm known to explode Like a box of C-4 when I bust at a show I have shown that I'm down to breaking it down like a boulder If ya wanna bring the
and I'm known to explode Like a box of C-4 when I bust at a show I have shown that I'm down to breaking it down like a boulder If ya wanna bring the drama
it, legit, a hit, I throw a fit Not slackin' or lackin' a bit, nah that ain't it So just a bob ya head, like I said, the fresh it So just a bob ya head
) Gotta keep it gangsta, 'cause I'm a hustla Do it like a balla, 'cause I'ma a mobsta 'Cause it only takes a second to pop me a snitch Call up my connection
', and makin' a killin', witness revenge of the villains. Sexual healin' from women, I bust a nut to their ceilin', I crash a plain in their buildin',
, we'll see who's the best, yes/ I must confess, I'm a cold-blooded nigga man/ Show me if you got some game, I'm a show you how to get some change/ Still
in Brooklyn now you rest In a sementary, it's a full moon again now get a chill in my spot Face the population with my nigga play the 9 Your blood clot warrior, bust
shoes I gotta confess it gives me the blues Like a down home turkey with out a soul Blowin' on a trumpet in an old folks home Bobcat stuck up in a tree
hook brings you back, yeah On that you can rely Suck it in, suck it in, suck it in If you're Rin Tin Tin or Anne Boleyn Make a desperate move or else
