me down slow Help me go slow I've been carryin' on I'm not scared of nothin' I'll go pound for pound I keep death on my mind Like a heavy crown If
You get me up then we both get down We roll all night making heavy sounds I'm all tied up on your bed I'd rather be inside your head Don't do this do
! ... 25! ... 26! ... 27! Speak up now! 28, 29! ... 30! Come on now, the big three-ohhh, anybody?" Blue Guy: (now propping himself up on the counter
quit 'cause I'm on that dust Soul Assassins are on that dust (Ha, ha) My man J. Disco is on that dust Cypress Hill is on that dust Funk Doobiest is on
built my soul on rock and roll, Then someone told me the kids don't rock no more OH! OH! OH! OH! It's time to win OOOWEEE Sip something, 2points. OOOWEEE Hit something, 2points
on a pension You look like that ronald MC Donald and MC hammer And by your heavy breathing I can tell you got no Stamina You came on stage with your
take it Watch ya Chevy mister move ya purse miss 'Cuz I tote heavy pistols and man, they burst quick It's too late to hesitate, I was told there'd be
So this is it, this is what I wished for Just isn't how I envisioned it Feigned to the point of imprisonment I just thought the shit'd be different But
at my machete But the workload is too heavy to rise up in arms And if I ran away, I know they'd probably murder my moms So I pray to "Heso Preisto" when
Why y'all testin' my gangsta? ('Cuz it's on now) These bitches testin' my gangsta (Nigga, yeah, it's on now) Why y'all testin' my gangsta? ('Cuz it's on
okay okay okay it's Heavy D again Hallelujah I'm on your T.V. screen again You see me on your MTV and on your BET and on your local focal point video
you want But it'd be like, blue and cream, ya know what I'm sayin'? Shit like that, niggaz don't even know this stuff Word is bond I'm a rock niggaz this summer, on
this Professional marksma Swimmin' like killa sharks We lethal and heartless On point like a dart, bitch Bomb your camp if you want this Connect wit convicts on
up Def lines I say on time with Cut Creator's cuts Some of it's fiction, and some of it's fact Not another common rap with a heavy drum track A whole
to wonder Yeah, on this rolling home Time goes by so slow I'd get off but it's my rolling home On this rolling home On this rolling home On this rolling
bust you in the face, point and laugh while your blood pours Mr. Bigshot, latino Gambino, rest in peace to my brother King Gino you can catch me on the
it all night until things get hazy lemme tear that shit up like a bloody daisy way more explicit than martin scorsese COME ON LADY! LET'S HAVE A MILLION BABIES! COME ON