weapon I'ma pick up a rock And when I bust yo' ass I'ma continue to rock Getcha ass of the wall with your two left feet It's real easy just follow the
the landing and stand out, amongst most so don't stress Trying to touch us, you can't come close like phone sex I stay ahead of the pack, if you fuckin
No parking don?t waste your time and Park his car in front of a hydrant When the cop writes a ticket and here?s your chance Don?t blow it, go ahead dare
man Go ahead Son, go ahead Son, just go ahead Man fuck that, man seventeen Son Yo Son Get the fuck outta here man Damn Son Go ahead man, I'm
ahead Burning down the house My house, is out of the ordinary That's right, don't want to hurt nobody Some things, sure can sweep me off my feet Burning
I said I got 1 minute 1 minute left 1 minute till the soldiers gone bring me to my death I can hear all there voices its like a 100 feet ahead I can
motherf*** ear so I can tell you why Runnin' with my brothers, headed for the homebase With a steady pace on the face that just we raced The road ahead
a mutherfuckin' ear, so I can tell you why Runnin' with my brothers, headed for the home base With a steady pace on the face that just we raced The road ahead
them, ?Cut Buddies' I hung with one, only one younger brother Shorty Doo-Wop could cut and scratch up any other Bigger than his size, was barely five feet
acid rain dances right in front of me. I want my hair cut, I want my pants back, I want a moustache damn it. I stand with my feet shoulder width apart
towards, much deeper than nurse planet What could I want more than redoin' I never planned it? Gets no lower than a grabbin' at your feet A man will stand for nothin' if he fall for the feet
Bangin' that gangsta music Dippin' with my forty-five You niggaz gon' make me lose it Fuckin' with a Dogg Pound nigga fo' life, yeah Fo' life, yeah You
me show what a thug that born to die I took the bullets outta 50 and put 'em in my four five And I ain't even got my feet wet yet A seven figure nigga
was born And sittin' on its papa's knee And me, poor girl And me, poor girl, were dead and gone And the green grass growin' o'er my feet I ain't ahead
tha come up Nada nada, get the whole thing Do it big.. yeaaaaaaaaaaaa [Petey Pablo] Time is tickin', with a hole in the hourglass Startin' guns, been five
every week. Why wont the world stop spinning around Why can't I find my feet when I'm falling down? There's only one Saturday night in every week Sundays for recovering five
All rise, case number seven-seven-seven-five-two Defendant KJ-52 versus the Son of God in murder one How do you plead? Guilty as charged Do you promise
into death Black hallucinations And shadows ahead Severed and maimed Body is drained Swarming of flies Round the dead Bodies split in five Bodies float