All's we know is you over the bar like Limbo/ Limbaugh You know who you are So quit fucking the dark before we start callin' you bizaare Shit screw the
ghetto riches Thorough business You mistreating niggaz Heard your folks bleed in prison You ain't a G And if you was I don't recall Who would roll with
twisted, tortured mess This bed of sinfulness Who's longing for some rest And feeling numb What do you expect of me What is it you want Whatever you
This twisted, tortured mess This bed of sinfulness Who's longing for some rest And feeling numb What do you expect of me What is it you want Whatever you
rear, fresh off the top tear (Unhh) What I'ma 'bout to do for you, is not fair I'm not answerin' questions for you, dat are not clear Whuddup with State
Bloods The white for who's got you doin Time bustin caps on one another The Underground's down for peace among brothers Kill a black man? What? Yo, what are you
you parle' with dun I clap you, I clap him, and thats rule number one Suckin my dick, and I dont give a fuck what you spit Who you are, where you from, and who
' it Somebody chuck me-who the who'd you think? hold the mic, hold the mic, I shoot 'em down with my last one, last one, last one, last one and (Boo
Your bootie smells rotten and one day you will be gotten See joker's is scatter-brained, their focus is unrestrained My army is trained, you never
's newborn, you'd be the jealous older brother Yea, daddy love us but in the meanwhile You talkin behind his back and in his face you smile You moved out the house, You
's a look at the closing numbers ? racism's up, human rights are down, peace is shaky, war items are hot - the House claims all ties. Jobs are down, money
's ya boy Jahred, it's not what you expected The most deff, the most hardcore respected One gun - number one - still most requested Ha, i teach a girl to cum in one
college degree, just a dumb ass G (Yeah you fool..) Who me? I got a baby on the way, damn it's a mess Have you ever been convicted of a felony? Yes Took
s see who'll drop Punk motherfuckers tryin to ban hip-hop Fuck R&B and the runnin man I'm the one that stand, with the gun in hand Make sure before you
their numbers get fewer Some day no one will march there at all Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda Who'll come a waltzing Matilda with me And their ghosts may be heard as you
really life? Do you really fight? Do you fear the mic, when there's millions watchin? Are you super rich now, how much grip you coppin? You the new kid