click I'm with my click, try it with me, I'm kinda pissed, so mind that i switch, don't try it with me, I'd rather kick that real finer chick,
-Doz and coffee No sleep, I'm lookin' 40 With three bricks in a 740 Bitch I ain't got time to party I'm breakin' bread with Dominican niggaz Over a hot
clap I'm takin' all y'all A S C A P and B M I, catch me drivin' D U I Look 'cause I don't give a fuck nigga, I'm livin' to die Who on this track fuckin
like the Antartic I'm quick to finish it, your good to start it And with the flashy colors on, you just a target, Waitin for a hard hit I like marine
to be shot rappin I got sickle cell I feel the pain all year, what's happenin Fake thug wanna front like they contractin Numbers on my head, Dunn please, I'm
I could show you all the pain inside it?s caused me It used to be a house, a home now it?s neither yo So I?m leaving with the cross strapped to my
the ringa scrapped 'em like I was a guest on Jerry Springer wit desert eagle, tech meezle a [???] a nigga, a drop a ??? I die a lil nigga leave 'em wit
I'm stickin to the kitten cause it's hittin the only way I be splittin if you pick it for money and trick it You wanna dip, this is the brick you pick
I'm just like you Sometimes I wanted to just fight you, shit Swing on you - think I'm playin man, I'm just like you I was a kid with a puzzle with missing
feel so much pain Everytime that I try Everytime that i fly Everytime that I say goodbye It's cause i'm missing you I'm missing you When I want to be, yeah It
own shit Cause I stick figures that think they fat and can't rap wind blast I make em Slim Fast, lookin like stick figures I'm all that, I bag chips at
brother, I'm not a punk motherfucker see I did my time, and now I'm FREE I'm a dope one, ready to rip and wreck shop I will not stop, I won't be dropped
wanna get the shit beat outta you, chill Cause if you doubt me you will, yea got me a pill, found me a thrill I got a couple of drinks here and I'm bound
ink on a piece of paper Slowly I sink, I think I'm a freak of nature So I, step it up now, outta control, about to explode I'm in the house, countin'
Earth is a space ship spinning round and round Were in it, together, we can make it better Don't sweat a, thing swing with no vendetta I rhyme in a graph
down these little girls I'm ghetto fine, in the ghetto I'm a keep it on point nigga like the elbow... [Verse 6: John Doe] I'm almost give up, I can't