We are lost in the iron years Where time disappears before our very eyes And don't say there's a time and place For everyone who waits It's a load of
ain't got nothing in common Fuck that and that's just common sense what the [Pusha T:] Came in the game, 8 years prior 8 years later, your mans on fire
'm dedicated to medication But this med is taking to long to bring me this sedadation? (Come on!) Anyway I got down with Dre (What up?) The first man who taught me how the glock sounded
crotched over Mummy's knocked up cause she wasn't watched over Knocked down by some clown when child support knocked No he's not around now how that sound
over Mommy's knocked up cause she wasn't watched over Knocked down by some clown when child support knocked No he's not around - now how that sound to
town, home of the western hero Frontier justice, dealt with the iron hand He wore a long coat to the ground He wore big boots that made a sound He wore
John-John Phenomenon, deadly but calm Word to my born, dead by dawn Got the right to bear arm, ring the alarm! Another sound boy dyin, hot irons Slugs
seed from bad sperm Herb got my wig fried like a bad perm, what the blood clot, we smoke pot, and blow spots You wanna think twice, I think not The Iron
I had no fancy clothes Skinny, ugly, notty head nigga crying with a snotty nose Even though my father neglect he pay the child support Hadn't seen him all these years
sport? A game? One hundred years short, know the soul is immortal Walk through many portals, and those who go astray will pay a judgment day, and these few years
no fancy clothes Skinny, ugly, notty head nigga crying with a snotty nose Even though my father neglect he pay the child support Hadn't seen him all these years
you aint talking bout Rash we aint got nothing in common f-ck that and thats just common sense what the [Pusha T] Came in the game, 8 years prior 8 years
a bag and a breath away from dyin' Nigga I'm the epitomy of raw rhymes The epitomy of rap rock I make a block party, bop to the sounds of a hot glock
crotched over Mommy's knocked up 'Cause she wasn't Watched over Knocked down By some clown When child support knocked No he's not around Now how that Sound
I got my lil boy crying, and my grandmother dying, could you please stop fuckin with me? Listen here, I aint lookin for no tears, but my brother got a year
my little boy crying and my grandmother dying Could you please stop fucking with me Listen here I ain't looking for no tears but my brother got a year
the way from the 2-1-5th to Bucktown Brace yourself, it's about to go down Runnin one on one and only hip-hop bound Yo Tariq (whassup) how your micraphone sound (It sound
