"We're dying on the inside." Right on time here's the other shoe. Clouds overhead start to loom. Some born to win others fated to lose. From options offered
"We're dying on the inside." Right on time here's the other shoe. Clouds overhead start to loom. Some born to win others fated to lose. From options
come correct never messin' up the pattern Y'all jigsaw puzzle Mismatch mess, got my J's on wit some jeans lookin fresh Yes my colors match and I ain't no other
You geriatric wanker Where's my fucking bike If i wanted a pair of fucking shoes I would've fucking asked This cowboy suit and ping-pong set You can stick right up
lose it all But the love of my name is on, they can't get in my shoes at all I'm still hood with it still gangsta, still the Truth up in these streets
up or I can lean when I spray Z-Ro the "fuck everybody" nigga from Screwed Up Click Now I ain't gon' let you bend over to tie your shoes up bitch I'ma
yo' name I think you made me fall in love again [Z-Ro - over Chorus] Okay Screwed Up Click Yeah [Z-Ro] Whenever you need a nigga call me up I'm on my
never touched the streets I'm a nightmare I'll fuck you up in your sleep bad dreams of empty things bust the rap and repeat [Hook-Z Ro] Whut Up Now nigga
is Wrecks-N-Effects and i shake up their flex They got techs break their necks And their building their reps Who the Boos Who to choose how they wearin' the shoes
this grave long enough I've been hung up on your smile. But if I lift my head up high enough: I can see for miles and miles. Looking up today at the
payroll, and they know When it's time to handle business, nigga lay low Although I'm young, I'm still comin up I'm gettin paid, pullin razors on niggaz when they runnin up
getting restless Walkin round ready to light shit up, because my life is fucked, some say I'm slightly nuts Buck buck is the sound as I move up, other
, you can't see You fucking with me, you fucking with a P-I-M-P (Chorus) (Verse 2) I'm bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me If you fucking
see it to screaming we know what your up to do girl I'm after my cheddar (50 cent) I gave you your style Gucci this Fendi that Burberry bag shoes and
Just a touch, a blow, a lil' bit [Verse 1] And it's on, up and down she like to ride on top Fast, prayin that the condom pop That's foul, but fuck it
sideways, and walking sideways Beat it up and skeet it up and leave they mind in a daze I'm a professional ladies man, player at leisure Hit it twice and she might fuck
even when it hot, TAZ out TNT on the block, make yourself get knocked I just love em and leave em, I don't give a fuck I mean she didn't give a fuck,