There's a kid within my head with a hatchet to my nerves Rebellion fills the songs he sings and, this much I deserve With every hack at synaptic gaps
There?s a kid within my head with a hatchet to my nerves Rebellion fills the songs he sings and, this much I deserve With every hack at synaptic gaps
ain't nothing but grass Now how you love this bezeltine and all this wood on my dash All this starch on my ass, and all this money in my stash And how
s that fuck that Muthafuckas bustin? at me I bust back Sword blaze my forte you can?t floor Shay My style is negative like the image I portray Change descriptions, let my
to the neck of the woods In my hood (uptown) Show you wat we livin like (uptown) Well let me take to to the neck of the woods In my hood (uptown) Show
the motherfuckin X -- flex wicked Stylee me, bump and be found and do bleed by a maniac, with a gat See nowadays niggaz is like that I pull my trigger
It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B.. nigga [Pimp C] Uhh.. smokin out, throwin up, keepin lean up in my cup All my car got leather and wood, in my
Chevy's spraying rounds through the glass See you laying face down in the grass and I'll laugh Ha, cause that's the end of the saga The end of my problems
ain't about the weight yo it's how they performin My dash is 180, my weed half a pound When the smoke in the air my nose like basset hounds I don't stash
my fuse is short beneath this skin these fragments caught when i allow it to be there's no control over me i have my fears but they do not have
's spraying rounds through the glass See you laying face down in the grass and I'll laugh Ha, cause that's the end of the saga The end of my problems,
speghetti Its been one hour and bitch my photo's aint ready Picture's of my dog and my family reunion It's been two hours and my fucking days ruined Hey
my path The vette' dont crash I'm built to long last Grab my money clip I hit the bong fast Earn my respect, my checks they better cash Finger on the trigger wit my
m smokin' my weed with y'all Hangin' with niggas y'all ball Just because niggas be takin' it all Told them broads to back up off my balls Thugs be ready
neck of the woods I'm 15 blocks deep in the foreign neighborhood Street of my styles, no smiles, trying to gun down the golden child Still on trial for my
woods Street of my styles, no smiles, trying to gun down the golden child Still on trial for my old endeavors Cold weather got catched trying to buck wholes in my
It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C and B U N B nigga Uh, smokin' out, throwin' up, keepin' lean up in my cup All my car got leather and wood, in my hood
[Birds whistling. Sound of someone walking through a wooded area. Silenced gunfire. Utterance of pain.] Pump your fists if you're with me. Pump your
