Your lyin' eyes Gonna tell you right So listen up Don't make a fight Your talk is cheap You're not a man You're throwin' stones To hide your hands But
it, Instead of using their mind or their fist, they put a gun in it Wanna be a part of a clique, don?t know who?s running it, Tragedy on top of tragedy
my umbrella or get wet, wet like re re I be be c c and your winnen when I got ya in my bed ed now trina say a nigga got a big o how you know if you
eyes Hip-hop tour guide Hear the war cries: rap or die I just wanna get signed Drive a four door ride Be more fly, 'till then I'll just soar by With a wave I'm a
line Who's wrong, who's right this time? Can't explain I never thought that I was gonna lose my head Call me insane There's got to be a way How can
nigga Its now for a nigga Know some niggas back home, ain't proud of a nigga They don't see my vision, grown man mission They all see my life from a childish
A Damn Albino Drunk Like A Whino Hard Like A Rhino Flyin' Through Ya Time Zone Lookin' For A Fine Hoe Rihanna, Alicia, Mya, Big Pimpin' I'll Even Take A
I even wash my face, I do these type of things so I won't be a murda case. When I'm rollin' in my ride it be a look on my face so cold, Starin at yo ass
purp out And I'm a roll one and I'm a smoke one And I'm a roll one and I'm a smoke one And I'm a roll one and I'm a smoke one Now I'm out of my mind
[Hook] How many niggaz, wanna ride tonight Fuck with me, it'll be a homicide tonight I'ma make me a motherfucker, slide tonight And put a swelling on
tease me bitch I'm put to put this log on you, from Michigan to Pamona Long as I got a rubber, Z-Ro gon bone a broad a day When I hit it, she gon injure
damage their ovaries Jack that ass up look at a minute Then urghhh ride up in it It's a certain way you stroke the hoes Take her on a vacation poke her
make me wanna holla Throw up both my hands, cause a nigga can't understand Why these snitch niggaz and bitch niggaz, be P-A Spanish Straight up strong enough for a
pimp my penn again Hustling is all I can do [Verse 2] I was born on a fucked up day, had to be, holidays With nothing but frowns on my face, the sadness brought madness To a
capping on you Would you cry like a bitch, run up in yourself like a man Or call on jesus when you see that warm blood on your hands If the sun ain't
Mckeiver Pull a stunt got a trick up they sleeve hate me motherfuckers don't like breathing When a geurilla like me never be leaving I got a man with a
can fuck And who else wants the Jungle Lay So she dials a one on a one minute call Be gone if i never done the cheap rough Unless she wants a Jungle
Brits The babes with the skinny waist and wide hips Ain't just a pretty face with nice tits She's on to me left well alone What a pace, Scarface to get