m in a tan, what's the name, I own some whatchamacallits They keep spinning and spinning, hey man, what do you call it? Got a 1-5 jersey, on the go with them
gets worse, it gets no better than this Amateurs drink veteran piss From a Dixie Cup, if you ever mix me up Or CONFUSE ME with a Canibus or Dre with a
you get When you see a chest without a butcher knife buried in it Wait a minute, gimme an axe I wanna smash your ribcage in half For every time you
stop tha clock Then why a nigga up tryna close my shop Lovely came thru in a Bentley drop Tha cadilac truck we painted then got hot Still runnin thru them hallways tote'n a
round Can't you see this is a land of confusion? Well this is the world we live in And these are the hands we're given Use them and let's start trying
with the grapevine I'm never out for the fame whereas I was told to bring fame to my name And keep motivated on the down low Like a northbound jersey
're given Use them and let's start trying To make it a place worth fighting for This is the world we live in And these are the names we're given Stand
Don't let them put you down With a bang the bass kicks once again, I'll repeat myself try to tell you again No, not a politician or an Obstitrician Just a
looking for a harder crystal, I'm feeling for something smoother I'm listening for a starter pistol. three sheets to the wind and I'm using clouds for
just talk nice........ . alright. CHORUS She wanna get to know all of the players inna the industry dem The gal a walk it slow, look how they work for
major lables) And this goes to those (Who unsigned and dead broke can still make a name before they even make a demo) This goes to those (Who keep the
and predictable gestures. Nouveau wankers. There's a thousand empty stages waiting for their empty performances, A thousand empty faces waiting for their
of men, In whose name we are slaughtered like cattle. In every good war there's a nude on the wall, to keep the men happy and straight. A saucy ole
names But them other motherfuckers (Ain't family) And they say I'm sick, too sick Well how sick do you get? When you see a chest without a butcher
luck, I need a best friend I need a rough dog, I need a mountain I need some new clothes, a tv, a cause A trip to nirvana, a thrill of applause I need a
was in love witcha, now you wanna clown Fuck with them clowns until I pound on your crown Bust a few rounds and the cops come and get me Bad mouth a nigga just to convince a
Meat, in Hollywood. I'm a little nervous doing this 'cause it's the first time I'd even been a star in a film. I originally started working for Frank