stress in my rhymes...fighting for yo' spirit and you mind! So what it be like my brother be catching gangrene The water be brown in the morning in my sink Who that in my
Been working so hard I'm punching my card Eight hours, for what? Oh, tell me what I got Chuck, Lyle & Travis: Been working so hard I'm punching my
rob the kid Banana clips by the bed will put a stop to it Nevermind that, first you gotta beat the guard I can change the channel on my tv and see my
better roll up I need a time Take a ride downtown man Im higher than these skyscapers Roll the windows up tryna get my smoke on 2 in the morning still riding with my
us on the run. Jack Straw from Wichita cut his buddy down, And dug for him a shallow grave and laid his body down. Half a mile from Tucson, by the morning light
s real in the hood (all the way) It's just real in the ghetto From my block to your block (my block to your block) From my set to your set (my set to
down here. no one will save you because no one cares." and with her newborn boy, they would cry until the early morning light. it was the first of many
candle on top of the fireplace mantle and Grab my flannel and my bandanna than - kiss the naked mannequin man again, You can see him standing in my front
morning I wake up, lookin in the mirror I am, the original Black Elvis That's right when you see me, with my wig to the side wearin my short leather jacket
Spill my blood Chorus 1 x1 Have they come to spill my blood Have they come to sentence me Will i leave here with my life my lord If the law man capture
thatcome out crack of my ass On my first day, on my worst day, and even in my hearse day You couldn't write a rhyme, if I gave you the first verse Ta
my change, and I'm back to claim My reign on top, so pack your thangs I rack your brain like crack cocaine My fame won't stop or I'll jack your chain
up I need a time Take a ride downtown man Im higher than these skyscapers Roll the windows up tryna get my smoke on 2 in the morning still riding with my
stack my change, and I'm back to claim My reign on top, so pack your thangs I rack your brain like crack cocaine My fame won't stop or I'll jack your
two, three) Green light Tic tac toe yo, and here we go Red means stop and green light means go Common sense dropped cause I truly love the hip hop (Beatboxing) I even like to beatbox In the morning
I stress in my rhymes...fighting for yo' spirit and you mind! So what it be like my brother be catching gangrene The water be brown in the morning in my sink Who that in my
