lived, we felt so alive I saw a flash in the corner of my eye Behind the closed door there's no light Yeah, it was only four songs and a fight Everybody
a drum roll Holla at Skillz about a purchase Your writing's worthless, recycling wack verses And that shit is unoriginal and sloppy But what do I expect from a
and hit a airplane pilot We clowned you, rap surround sounds around you From ten speed and brown shoe Doc and Eminem, cock the M & M Blood flows with 2Pacalypse and
go, released Into the wind, again again and deuces I must throw ya peace [Kanye West:] You know what, yo? You a bitch! You should have a travel agent cause you a
made of sticks He wrote black and I was white, He would always win the fight, Bang, bang, shut me down, Bang, bang, hit the ground, Bang, bang, a lot of sound
say a word until i'm through now there's a time to laugh a time to cry a time to live and a time to die a time to break and a time to chill to act
be let go, released into the wind, again again and deuces I must throw ya peace [Kanye West] You know what, yo? you a bitch! you should have a travel agent cuz you a
so much politicin' I feel like a motherfuckin' politician Just yesterday I was out there hustlin' Did a three song demo, now they want me in Nines and four fives an' pots and
I am a fag i suck at rapin yo Is fat, bald men decided to write songs And teach Mouseketeers to sing I'll stick Britney Spears in a room full of mirrors
S A U C E Better clap at the best way when you see me, nigga Love and war, thugs and whores Nickel-plated nines, three-pound-sevens and four-fours We
posse got a real Mc, Too Short and it don't stop And it don't stop, and it won't stop 'cause I'm Too Short baby On the microphone and I'm macing Thought
B-Real's verse] You got the Real-a Swingi' of my nuts Cube Killa Break maself niga, huh! Dick-a lick-a You ain't a killa You a busta Muthafucka Bitch
B-Real's verse: You got the Real-a Swingi' of fmy nuts Cube Killa Break yourself niga, huh! Give a lick-a You ain't a killa You a busta Muthafucka Bitch
] You got the Real-a Swingi' of my nuts Cube Killa Break yourself niga, huh! Dick-a lick-a You ain't a killa You a busta Muthafucka Bitch made niggaz
to avoid this Side effects of, hot raps and hot tracks A duffle bag full of guns son, dipped in black My culture, slides and attacks like a vulture Ghostface and
get a life, get a job, suck a dick nigga It's Crack bitch! Welcome to the Darkside - a.k.a. "I Don't Give a Fuck Music" nigga A.k.a. "I Will Kill You
hope somebody brought a bag of weed I like them flavored blunt wraps Or a peach white owl But here, I'm in a hurry So just pack a bowl for now It's still
all my peoples, yeah Together we stand and divided we fall If niggaz get together then we all can ball Live as one in the project and bump the sound And
