lemons, I jumped back in the public eye And squirted lemon juice in it, by now you just wish i'd fucking die, But I electrify, get electricuted, executed by
stumped, but wait here comes something, Nope, it's not good enough, scribble it out, new pad, crinkle it up, and throw that shit out, I'm fizzling now, thought I had figured it out
is still a boy they tryin to get me to vote by sayin the lesser of two evils is still a choice well maybe and maybe not niggas rhymin like the guy 80
{*whoosh*} Millennium game, earth tone keep it in range Close to the grave I rock, fake niggaz shouldn't doubt us Surrounded by crooks, full clips and fine weed Choice
meanwhile me and Pimp is still ducking haters The old manager calling and say he fina' sue And put a padlock on the everything we trying to do Put a call out
We keep eyes open Heads up, no mistakes Self disciplined Listening to voices in my head One choice keep workin' it It's a promise not a threat Go and get what we set out
in my enemy's frame Written in blood, my ambition is driven by thugs Got two glock nines and I fill them with slugs Call me Saint Valentine, 'cause when
to the call I've bitten the hand that feeds And found myself bleeding Hereby, I'll only need What I need But need'll get me out of my groove So I move
Yo, aye yo, I live by the sun and I'm a' die by the sun. Can't be livin' by the gun, man I never even held one, but does that make me less of a man? '
then we also love to criticize Bail out the banks loan art to the churches Satanic Reverses Bail-out the banks loan art to the churches Satanic Reverses Bail out
1, 2, yes The Roots layin' back, relaxin' Coolin' out with my man, Malik B, we call him Slax in Ya know what I'm sayin'? We in effect Mo' like Al B, sure
you mean the world to me Maybe it's best that you never know Yo, I'm like Malcom out the window with the weapon out Searching for somehow to find a minute
achieve Now they had no choice but to believe in me Then no sooner than my record came out That same old producer started callin' my house One night he called
till the principles are laid out The scales of justice weighed out Till your memory starts to fade out and your game of life is played out Got to balance out
an oh W having fun By the night ain't done, it's time for the hit and run But you best believe, I'm Brown and proud It's called the Brown Crowd, fuck
I'm living I didn't choose nothing because the choice wasn't given to A little vato going a little fuckin loco Was just out of hand, not poco Because
psychopathic, deranged, crack head freak Who works for the dark carnival He says women call him Stretch Nutz Sharon, lets hear your question I like a man who's not