you get the Mercedes and the Escalade lately How come its been trouble in the places you stayed lately The black cat affair A broken mirror Two steps up under the ladder
at " Like an ink session gettin a snake in the back tat Got a gun n kicked in the face and I ran to the back "skat! " Thru the alley under a ladder tripped
cheat me And my army moves same, same Stick him for his mink Ya'll niggaz on some frontin' shit, amped off a drink Money like the Brink truck, bomb
He kept a loaded gun in the closet And another one in the dresser drawer Just in case the one in the closet Didn't make a big enough hole She has breakfast
funk when I rock tracks like Van Halen Now who's that nigga that got your crew bellin? I'm in the world, with Jacob's Ladder I'm seein
t matter cause my self esteem is bulletproof my shit wont shatter Imma buy my way up to the top I don't need no ladder I already got these niggas pissed
Like an ink session gettin a snake in the back tat Got a gun n kicked in the face and i ran to the back "skat!" Thru the alley under a ladder tripped
fertilizer, it's the shit For construction of a bomb, also the main ingredient Some ammonium nitrate, preferably light-weight Rent the rider's truck,
know? And besides, we just cleaned the chrome, said the plumber ?Then I'm going alone? Well he rolled on up in the fire truck and raised the Ladder
Linin' their pockets, what does is matter? All I want is an honest wage A piece of ground where my kids are safe Eighty bucks to fill my truck Old man
You send up the ladder Down without a rope Was the only time it mattered Aw-when I was broke Then your
I had I studied my mother, I digested her pain And vowed no women on my path would have to walk the same Travel like sound across the fate ladder I travel
of what I had I studied my mother I digested her pain And vowed no woman on my path would have to walk the same Travel like sound across the fate ladder
(leslie winn satcher/max t barnes) Well it's 9pm, four hours of overtime I'm not working my way up the corporate ladder Just a hard hat on the line,
who worked the mills And the poor hard working miners who died inside the hills While the rivers that flow are the blood of our land And the trucks
song with Alicia Keys, or maybe you said it was Loon I can fit your crib inside my truck, and I'd still have leg-room Then I can park that whole truck
