ve been away to long, I can't do nothin' bout that The hood askin' me Why I do Bleek a tragedy? Than drive over Brooklyn Bridge with Cassidy I rode down
lucky with Ja, why you ain't go at Shyne? He freestyled from the pen, that's just the fact Said he'd put you with your mom, and you ain't fucked with
[Chorus:] (Suffa with Pressure) I got Hundreds of people asking me, getting pissed with me And dissin me Literally blasting me, asking me When the Hoods
plus speed (uh huh) With a plus 2 dagger from the Tomb of Horrors, D&D (We cave heads in wit a brick) We Do We fuck hotties with tha same dick (we do
village and to the piggy's place He opened up his door and shot me in the face And blew me off the porch-and blew my head in half But I'm a Juggalo so
gettin brown thats a fact got a fear on their bozack Run, run, run, their ass off, they can not hide Yet Cube, they can't fuck with the darkside!
and drive off in a Hyundai She was spose to buy ya shorty TYCO with ya money She went to the doctor got lypo with ya money She walkin around lookin like Michael with
I gave her my number to beep off, she wanted to take a week off Bustin scary movie nuts, I had to get the freak off The new Tom Cruise, took the Moulan
gave her my number to beep off, she wanted to take a week off Bustin scary movie nuts, I had to get the freak off The new Tom Cruise, took the Moulan
m a keep representing' I've been down that road one too many timez Stoned late night just sitting in that drive-thru line Folks keep asking what I'm gonna do with
the guys right off their feet You're like an angel at first glance Get every guy to join your dance But when you ask for more, for love, they just fuck off
police them off me Pistol in da trunk, and the baby in da car seat Drive fast lane, with them eyeball glassy And about the hour, him a heading to the
still can't drive Nan you're a window shopper Mad as fuck only just alive Walking down the post office to pick up your pension And then you're off to
was thinking I could get it again Maybe we can be friends if your lonely (loneliness) Baby show me just so we get tired you can stay we can ride off
hate it, but I made it, so I?m never concerned About what they be talkin? about, I?ve lived and I?ve learned With my dream and my drive, I determined
black women To serve massa, guest You gon be a nigga's death Misses Fried Chicken You was my addiction Dripping wet hot, coalesced Like Greeks with their (filafo?) Or Italians with their
what Bothers is taking secret routes when they drive Tinted windows ears to the street stay on their job Peep niggaz that go t prices on their head so high Their