that it's all gone over my head i like to think it was easy not to have said it's sad to think it all went over my head i liked to think it was easy not
head to toe, toe to head Then I closed my eyes real slowly is this love? No not me, then I felt a pain in my chest The smell of gun powder and burnt
twins That fetus is fallin out all over jack is back again The rippers at your service Girl I can see that your nervous But I barely scratch the surface Like my
and im caught between that hard place in over my head chewing of something in the trap quicksand in my bed oh necessary evil nerves on a edge necessary evil powder
money (C'mon) Loaded guns, the empty ones, over dope money (Let's go) Car house in the smoke, over dope money (C'mon) All my niggas will die over dope
, if you was over here taking care Of business you wouldn't have to ask me a questions like that Oh girl please Oh girl please my ass, who that is over
with a swigga while I'm sittin on dubs Lookin fake as hell, I keep my nails ready to fight Club closed, powdered nose, I'm on one tonight I keep them
?, or is it my crew?, my niggaz get down, yo niggaz do too, mutha fuckaz try to tell me don't fuck my life, 'cause ain't nuthin nice, ya gotta pay
Reflections of my own life flash like a fire Powder burns the memories life seems a bad dream Fall for cenetries physical and the mental When I crashed
Aww look at daddy's baby girl, that's daddy baby Little sleepy head, yesterday I changed your diaper Wiped you and powdered you, how did you get so big
of my walk In a mini-mack eleven, the tone when I talk When I spray, niggas pray, lay on the sidewalk Color blood red, body outlined in chalk My rhymes
when they see me they don't slap me with they tennis rackets My mind drifted back to this shit I seen my wife push her down, step over her body, and smack
this game you can (Thank Me Later) for it, no Aubrey Switch my demeanor up I'm, off my 380 shit My, future's bright, stars is by my head, baby shit Make
on my chest, keep me looking good Got diamonds on my chest, keep me looking good Before I jump up out my silk sheets, and hop off in the shower It's
go Always G'd out, blacked out, from my head to toe And it ain't a question that I be out to get the dough Call up my connect, get the powder in from
up, son Yo, Ross, what up, my nigga? (Murderous shit) Aiyo, aiyo Word to the gold panamaras and to the wood grain in my labo I go the extra mile, my
caught with an ounce and its over matter 'fact they takin you down, son [Chorus] [Ghostface Killah] Bricks, Tar caps, powder, cooked up crack Phones is tapped over
high, the cloud is low But my water technique is hard to think That the earth can absorb water, hai! Hai! The sky is high, the cloud is low But my water