love love..slam! Blow out the stash; keep the bundle in the bush and the trash D-up, burn brother for the real..fast Terrible lung split frame for reala
was just too small time, I had to find the best design to Fuck with the massive motherfuckers minds, and pockets So I sold [Incomprehensible] kits and alleyway thigh splits
Kickin' flavor, make a nigga wanna dig up in they drawers For the burner, catch a body I got styles like karate Jujitsu, when I hit you then I split
and throw the shells in my pocket Getting mine with nine coked extorting Block shots with 22's with my socks with the butt hangin' out the chalk You never seen time
heads or natty dread There once was a story about a man named Jed But now Jed is dead, all his kids instead Want to kick rhymes off the top of they head
ours, we freed everybody Now it's an army Rotted bones or not, they headed back to they bodies They coming out the graves I do the splits like Prince
it's ours, we freed everybody Now it's an army Rotted bones or not, they headed back to they bodies They coming out the graves I do the splits like
Crash Burn Win Lose Good news Bad news Bitch you choose Wings are spread Head held high Time is God So watch God fly Where you at? Why you here? Are you
co-ops with force that made blocks split Flocks tried to escape a fate that made even hard rocks slide As nuclear dropped out of the sky, causin' burns
, I don't knock what a nigga do to get by Just make sure you gettin' by don't fuck with you gettin' mine Ain't the first time he ran off, shoulda split
and every time I fuck her, yo it's on camera and I'm the freak type, get head and lay meat right y'all niggas burned bridges I coulda had y'all tight
(Originally recorded by Diamond Head) My mother was a witch, she was burned alive Thankless little bitch, for the tears I cried Take her down now, don
house Eiht hype in the motherfuckin house, geyeah 1/2 oz in the motherfuckin house My niggaz on the run in the motherfuckin house Lil hawk and burn in
your car keys over to your woman Because it ain't no sunshine where you headed And the shit'll drive you crazy if you let it But now, I got time to
draw Okay, always sayin' shit that I mean Pelle Pelle, A-Town nigga gotta come clean [Gangsta Boo] What's up motherfucka what's up Time to get real crunk, time
fine line when I find time And I'll find out that you're walking if you're talking the grape vine I'll waste time. Need to take on the job at hand. Got
, off in this mothafucka, piece to point tha bitch may suckaz, thinkin they got enough heat to rush us. I'm ah dust ya, heads off, wit tha blink of an
The silence isn't over, but the Flesh decrepitate No time to hesitate, anticipation, much to be done And it don't matter when you come Really don't matter