my homies at? Fuck it, it?s just me Can?t hold me back You just can?t bite the hand that feeds you Especially when the hand?s illegal I got you cold Consider it
But I never would have thought, see I never could have known Outta one chance glance all this could have grown And that's the beauty of it you see it grows and it
the corners droppin on to spin the tires My man define ya 357 anaconda This enough to bring your mama then turn around and hear the drama Havoc I gotta have it
Cause it's sort of unique 'cause you know it's me My poetry's deep, and I'm stillmatic, the way I flow to this beat You can't sit still, it's like trying
Sort of a desire Through that desire We expose the pain and struggle But we accustom to live it So, we feel without this music, we have nothing So we
written Can you picture my pistol drilling? A million women and children when I'm illing But it isn't real, it's a rap On the real, it's a wrap How could
beat bleed, speak read Men eat weed, bead seed, I speed read, you need me To give it to you like you want it, I own it when I'm on it Maintain the same
all on your clothes Try to wash us out, we ain't comin out, that's how it goes Winner of the pro see- FUCK ALL AWARDS ("Fuck all y'all!") [Dave:] Yeah
nation of the Nubians We bout to place you in that +3 Feet+ of stew again I got the frequency to shatter Mrs. Jones' perm I gotta +Hey Love+ all the honies
fool, black If something's on your chest then let it be known See I'm not your "every-five-minutes" all on the phone And on the topic of trust, it's
all be worked out and . . . Mike: Now . . . we don't gotta . . . we don't gotta go anywhere, sweetheart Moon: No, but listen . . . listen . . . They told us we'd be alone and it
Spider: Now we have a damp motor for the ones who aren't sure Moon: . . . it's about letting go . . . we're all, we're all inside the piano . . . we're all
people' disappear Mysteriously? Now, wouldn't that sort of qualify As an American Tragedy? (Especially if they cover it up, sayin' "Jesus told it to
think it serves 'em right You know I think it serves 'em right You know I think it serves 'em right You know I think it serves 'em right And it's WET
that melody, play it and sing it at the same time while . . . Pe-dop! FZ: Hey, that's the way . . . while we sort of dance to it, okay? Try it, George
'cause my mind it's too, it's too crazy, it's going, it's driving me nuts already, I have to think about work, I have to think about him, I have to think
mix and you be the witness (WHAT!) youuuu ya simply (gotta gotta gotta gotta..) youuuuuuuu ya simply (gotta gotta gotta gotta..) youuuuuuu Gotta gotta gotta
Hey, believe me, I have seen your sort before You're all over history Like dust on the kitchen floor Tell me more Your lips are moving, You go on and