People in the house, Sermon, aight As we proceed, holla at ya boy People in the house, scream at me, aight Love is, yeah, music that you feel good Neighborhood
you think that's pretty clever, don't you, boy? Flying on your motorcycle Watching all the ground beneath you drop You'd kill yourself for recognition You'd kill
would figure it would be a rap nigga I have to kill My potnaz telling me Shawty you have to chill but I'ma end up hating With steel, what is his, still dope boy
sleep through the morning and put on a slam But mi woman she ah pressure me fuh go confession So mi decide fi go and kill the conversation So mi sit
because eight years changes your whole mentality and can i ask how many times was it your subconcious mind that made the decision that resulted in the unwanted confrontations the parking violations and the boy
week I bet you think that's pretty clever don't you boy? Flying on your motorcycle, Watching all the ground beneath you drop You'd kill yourself for recognition, Kill
set it free If it doesn't comes back, hunt it down and KILL IT Ever since I seen you fucking my brother I can't have a normal conversation with my
know who you were or even heard of you, To be honest, I didn't even wanna speak a word to you, Then you started a conversation and got me laughing, So
It's an uptown thing boy, I thought I told ya No limit is the army and we the soldiers It's an uptown thing boy, I thought I told ya These converse is
sportin' Dolce and Gabbana Peelin' this bastard's wig back like cradle cap You ain't no cap peela for rilla And for who you desire to kill you need more
of doomI kill conversation as I walk to the roomI'm a three line whipI'm the sort of thing they banI'm a walking disaster boy. Tied to a chairAnd the
in the shadow of death with two trey-five-sevens Pointed at your chest whatchu gon' do, where was your Niggaz that kill at you ain't got no killers so kill
flatlines Kill your whole entourage off with just one rhyme One rhyme, one rhyme, one rhyme, just one rhyme I, I don't give a fuck, I kill 'em with just
time Cause the days are dark A world of sin is what we're livin in Temptation outweighs preservation Existence brings vegetation Do you know....what I'm sayin Our conversation
and Goose, now Tell me what's up, what's up The conversation my eyes Is havin' with your thighs Gon' get me outta line They better shut up, shut up You're movin' them hips killing
the big black earth [Billy Danze] Oh! Live from the 'Ville, it's your boy Bill Digga Nigga will you get the fuck back 'fore we kill ya Y'all know what
whats the reason for the everyday scream fuss Daddy just got killed last week For my boy on the curb, may he rest in peace Then they went and killed Teck