closed eyes hoe) I got a mind killing rage waiting on my change On the holes on my jacket i craddle my gage What ya gonna do if i show up at your place
closed eyes, hoe) I got a mind killing rage waiting on my change On the holes on my jacket I cradle my gage What ya gonna do if I show up at your place
my bed, I think of many horror tales Yet I barely move, my bed is made of nails I try to roll, my skin slowly tears away My flesh is stuck to my bed
leave the work with her, yeah, she my baby sitter And if I find out she stealin' for realer I'ma kill her I'm just a money man so where the dollars at
My 9 millimeter, oh shit, 1 clip, 2 clip An leave yo whole crew sick my dick An you hollin hot ones, my niggaz be hollerin hot ones Dig my shit then
at, I tied ya wife up Gave her the dick and she was like "buck" Yeah picture ya girl, me and my dick sucked Man, I live it up, the life of a
low Nobody's guidance, so I decided to sleep by the do' Open my mind, try to slip inside my grandpa's fo' Driftin' off into another stage of life ***
to see what I could see I led my horse along the latitudes Across the folds and into white And somehow along the way My my horse slid off sideways and
pack And I lived the free life of the rover. From the Murray's green banks, to the dusty outback While I waltzed my Matilda all over. Then in 1915, my
the block got slugs for the cops My moms loves my pops but she hurtin' herself Laid off, so she broke, not workin' herself On my own at fifteen, learnin
her Then, got myself into a whole heap of trouble Double-crossed by the law, so there's nobody to run to Yeah, it's just me and my sawed-off shotgun
Pipin hot, are you the bad brother? I love to roll rhymes, see my homeboys stickin together Stay focused cos there's too many blind Blind to the purpose of life
told you before, my mother was a musician, my grandfather was a musician Your dad was into the ? street, so it?s all in your blood Yeah it?s music all into
with my infinite mind I thinks constructively... And I'm able to draw whatsaever I want into my immediate Surroundin'...for yo' minds are my mind And my
down to see what i could see i led my horse along the latitudes across the folds and into white and somehow along the way my horse slid off sideways
Life's really a chocolate box- some do without - others have plenty. It sticks in my throat - my stomach's in knots, while your box is so full - mine'
I let my dogs out on the Baha Men As bad as a life I had, I'm not mad I don't need to be a jackass to beat up my dad My whole family's country, my grandmother