the door. ain't gonna fix your leaks for you. ain't gonna watch the store. every last string and gut pulled apart and divvied up / my share / trash
'm bout to killem Yeah trash baggin, this is crack And I know you been feenin for this, come get your packs I do it for the music nigga, fuck them placks
Clowns get bust down For now y'all cowards got to play the background I'm the warning of this rap game it's time for lock down [baby stase] God bless
hypnitated 'cross the E-N-T Entire, niggaz collapse and raid the empire Where the stash at? Cryin, he broke, a damn liar Yolk for the smoke, back room
ass, winking at your ass If I don't beg I'll be thinking bout your ass For the whole week no time for cold feet She too bad to pass, so fine I don't speak
is lick my lips Not to mention these lips and my round juicy ass, if beauty was a test alot of ho's wouldn't pass They dog'd out trash, I'm steppin on
hormones racing, praying a for a date on summer vacation Around the time when your body is under renovation You know when nothing really fits? And the girls get bolder, and start looking for
rain We the opposite of that whack shit Trash man of clap rapping, you die, trash it Five six professional assassins Rocking these mics and repping my fam' with passion
bring em both here to the condo (Yeah) Normally, it ain?t a question We would cross paths like an intersection But she just too far away for affection
toe tag Jus bought a cold coat for my throwback Big bow laces and a new rag Some these niggaz be actin like fags Them not gangstas them niggaz trash [
some I'm the beggar, the thorn in the brow I'm the cross you force and twist into the ground Butter so stiff that it wounds my bread Got a dew drop omelette on a trash
Once upon a time there was a concept Someday we can all skip the nonsense Work hard let the rewards connect and Maybe we can soup up all the trash off
grass crossed paths with a lass Who said she had a man but his head's in his ass, So I offered her some Odies and she said that I was trash, Who was
crossed paths with the last girl Said she had a man but his head's in his ass So I put in some oldies and she said that I was trash Was I to act fast,
[K-Rino:] Yeah One time for ya mind I'm try'na hang ya boy from the cross, in this rap game I got nails in my wrist [Verse 1:] Now it's time for me to
sometimes it's cold Same old story written in stone, we never honor people until they gone The night you called it never crossed my mind, that I was hearing your voice for
I ain't got no boss Dre my O.G. so don't get it cross Only answer to God or Christ on the cross This is no facade, all me in your box Real till I'm R