count me out but everybody wants to get that feeling something's wrong it's not for you but everybody wants to get a piece of my heart now you come on
condone Counting everything I own in my muthaf-cking ZONE, I'm up too high somebody come get me down down down down Said I'm up too high somebody get me
appears. I like to sit outside on a summer night with a drink in my hand. And a little moonlit music on the stereo, and look at the stars. Then I get
[Turk] Come on, come on Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on I roll with a bunch of untamed guerrillas, head bustas, and sharks Niggas that's '
choke Better turn your stereo louder, listen up and let me preach Let's get arrested for Disturbin' the Peace! (C'mon) Man! This Disturbin' Tha Peace shit gettin' on
on my cake, But she got something for me anyway, So would you sip some with me, See she creeps silent, And shorty from the south, But it's laying on her
fine, see now I represent mine I'm new on the rap scene, brothers never heard of me Yet I'm a meance, yo, police wanna murder me Heine(ken) Dark drinker
b***h I just pop up on these hoes on some pimple sh*t And put the iron to your face you old wrinkled b***h We just had to kill it We on the radio hotter
Sitting by my stereo all alone My baby calls me on the telephone She says, Baby take me out for a dance I tell my baby I feel so bad I can't go out and
't condone Counting everything I own in my muthafucking ZONE, I'm up too high somebody come get me down down down down Said I'm up too high somebody get me
. T All these hating naggers ain't got nothing on me Honestly, I gotta stay as fly as I can be If you Wiki "Willy" you get super O.G. Honeys always rush me
just pop up on these hoes on some pimple shit and put the iron to your face y`all wrinkled bitch [Will.I.Am] Oh, we just had to kill it we on the radio
lost page of a wild rhyme writin' nigga P holds the pen tightly, explode nightly I count on one finger, all y'all rap niggaz that excite me Y'all niggaz is trash rap, wanna fight me
with my name on it Dick made the cover now count, how many veins on it Scooby snack, Jurassic plastic gas, booby trap Ten years workin' for me, you
Do or Die] It's a ship it up yo flip You see them dogs in me Automatic static Outlaws call on me You see the balls on me I'm gonna let 'em swang Without
certified is mr. nice with the wise guys These crews stress, fully on a quest To be recognised, put up on a level next to me And the Wise unified our
think of me Then I think of nothing, it's the end you see Yeah One minute left to go, is this the end? That message on your stereo, four minute warning
