an old silent film They runned the usual tests Tiny, tiny veins Yet flow so constant and strong I saw my life in red They'll never forget These cells
another capper Man my house is swoah something like Tony Drapper Got to get my mill from my record sell This time last year I was in a jail cell Waiting
up ass hoes Old trailer trash ass hoes, I live life one deep And I don't speak to the Nankeen no mo', nigga they know Coming around my neck of the woods
Dying world of radiation, victims of mad frustration Burning globe of oxy'n fire, like electric funeral pyre Buildings crashing down to a cracking ground Rivers turn to wood
[Layzie] Creepin' up outta the woods, gotta give love to my hood Smoke, and I choke, and I creep on a come up Niggas be tryin run up, but I bust, and
Rush hour traffic, Always puts me in a bad mood. I got chewed out by the boss today, And now I'm stuck on highway 92. Then you call me on my cell phone
Here comes the sun to shine again [Chorus] [Verse 3] BOOM! I know you're loving the goods that i'm delivering Up in your neck of the woods so you can
Like Luda, I Be Like Yeaaaaaaa, You Like It Like That Dontchya Baby The Flow's Insane, And The Stroke Is Crazy I Stroke So Good, Like Tiger Woods And
my bed, the same old thoughts run through my head What are you getting up for I look outside, the night still rules, an incarcerated fool And my prison cell
morgue she heading Seh she broke out at di age of seven she dancing before she reach eleven Chorus: One man can't satisfy her She needs more wood for
upon Dying world of radiation, victims of mad frustration Burning globe of oxygen fire, like electric funeral pyre Buildings crashing down to a cracking ground Rivers turn to wood
And then he claimed discovery and now we all applaud I don't give a fuck to learn your uncle went to hell I'm trapped in mind and my brain is my cell
crib or car or whatever they get the chance To be emancipated start debating justice in the cipher Why do you think project rooms look like the cells
I wish you well Where you sleep All in your cell. As for friends I can't complain, they've been good to me. The fire's burning bright, they've left wood
'm the indentured servant forever in his place I wish I built a cabinet of shiny bolts and wood secret draws and hiding places sculpted out of wood Secret
Celle-la est dedicacee a, A toutes les filles qu'on rencontre dans le train Je suis le musicien, le mec sur le microphone Fanatique de Rome comme Tifosi
guestlist, only real players allowed Me and my dudes make out rounds *Yall must be crazy* [Chorus: Quan] [Quan] VA game spittin, platinum grill grinnin Chrome rims spinnin, with wood
