baby i'm coming baby i'm coming got it? you got it? got it? you got it? i gottagotta go i gotta go to hell the place to get me well it's that i simply
is just a side effect, homicidal maybe, suicidal yes! [Talking: B.o.B] Boy I tell ya niggas be like why in the hell you so quiet nigga you sick? Haha Hell
I done felt pain, waited but no help came Went through some crazy shit still kept myself sane You ever been dying of thirst and smelt rain Ever been told ?go to hell
end with "I said"] [Fabolous] They say the rap game remind 'em of the crack game That's why they money go, quicker than a crack high My money stack high
the same shade as Night Crawler's skin Now throw it up (throw it up) Let it drop down and pop up Slow it up Cause the cops bound to pop up But I don'
you wanna deal with 15 ruffed-up Been through too much breddars that will ride for me, Sit you down and remove all of your designer garments off you silently, So I suggest, Go
Fortune teller says maybe you won?t go to hell But I?m not scared at all Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm The cracks in the crystal, the cracks in the crystal ball
on her back, Wings on her back, Wing, wings on her back. She has swag like mine and ones in her crack, Ones in her crack, One, ones in her crack.
as I wind up my wrist Check out the smack of the scientific fist But on a level to the East I go Cause with Freedom or Death, there's no choice, you
take care of them Unlike a brother that come up and forget about all his folks And be the main one try'na come back and kick it when he go broke Y'all
in they face free my partner Grace What's up to that Los what's cracking cause I'm straight lase What's up to that Pokey What's up to that Woldy Always
(feat. Bun B & P.O.P.) [talking:] Hell yeah nigga, ay yo [Z-Ro:] Remember me, when I use to write my rhymes in class At Dick Dall Middle School, all
t know who it's fo' Y'all niggaz be telling lies, straight up snitching Probably piss sitting down cause y'all women, with your make-up on switching Me I stand up
I'm a murderer, murderer I'm a murderer, murderer [Spice 1:] It's Mr. Bossilinie, rolling up busting with real riders Drop them b-b-bombs, like I'm up
(*talking*) Man, same everyday, wake up, gotta get it Trying to get it baby [Hook] It's the same everyday, everyday is the same Running up and down
