Days are passing and the time is growing near We all trying to figure out what we're doing here Reflections and deception are creeping in Feel your head
I've been thinking a lot about the women the booze that i've been drinking, the days that I've been spending something is missing from my experience
I know it's unbelievable And I know it seems unthinkable There's a place I wanna meet you There's a place, a place we got to, got to, got to Need to,
She's got the face, she's got the body She's riding high on daddy's money She's got pink lipstick all around the mouth She thinks she knows what it's
stop Can you catch me? Yeah, yeah, yeah You'll never catch me, ay, ay, ay I'm fresh out the box, fast like a fox Boss in my shoes, tick tock, 12 o'clock
of that original (original cleveland heat) heat Thuggish ruggish bone see Gun stack off [Verse 1: Layzie] See a nigga got fully automatics and I let them loose Tha 12
am I stressing it softly Get 'em up off me 'cause all we wanted Was harmony been bombing 'em yell up outta my ghetto I want settle get on my level They
And am I stressing it softly get 'em up off me cause all We wanted was harmony been bombing 'em yell up outta my ghetto I want settle get on my level
Beat In My Trunk (Chorus) 15's in the trunk, 4-12's in the trunk, 4-10's in the trunk, 6x9's in the dash license plates rattlin, bumper keep draggin,
It's on now Feel threatened by this T-squad T.s. Takin shit [ verse 1: armageaddon ] We 12-cylinder-pushin drug dealer-killers, we feelin this Tec-9
me? Check the skit, nobody never gave me shit If anything a nigga frame me and make me get 3 to 6 my first bid, no doubt up in Spofford Had to be 12
All I see is blinkin' lights track boards and fat mikes 950's SP12's MP60's Shit is thumping ear drums pumpin' The shit is tight right 'cause the sample
the east and wild Crooklyn, New york Creamy kid yo Smith and Wesson win a blessing The angular slang blow spots, bang, 11 Hangin' like bats,'cause the 12
[Royce talking] yo, yo, this is a J-dogg exclusive D-12, worst fucking rap group ever (You ready?) Royce Da 5'9" would like to apologize to the family
cappin Nigga its the truth, charge it to the roof a lot of niggas just wanna walk in my boots but they cant step on that what nigga level watch me come
tore up under city lights Tore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights Yo, I'm rollin' in my ride, my eyes real chinky Hit 145, buy like 12
I went walking at street level Feeling strange and disheveled Past the abattoir and the glory holes Like a film noire in the starring role To the side
and villa homes (homes!) Fake pokin', y'all chest out - y'all silicones! (Haaaaa!) Jeff Hamilton spurs level with silver phones (yes!) Standin on the couch in mansions spillin' Rose. (Rose!)- Homes! (Homes!) [12
