bandaged hand in hand are we going to the same place? both of us enough we got all the past we carry NOTHING EVER MATTERS NO ONE EVEN CARES GO ON LOUDER
we live, how we dream, how we breed - low rent up in the basement the sky conforms to the surface, what's the purpose, everything is worthless I feel a crack
with the same boys that I break bread with - "Da Bottom" bitch! Gotta speed it up, Miami heat it up Y'all better D 'em up These haters are worthless
cards right, ain't trying to be a statistic Kid with quick lip who opens you up on every visit I never pimped a hoe, never sold no crack Never caught
smart ass crack I would say george bush but when my minds not on the test, I?m looking forward to the weekend the facts of life can be summed up in
seven hours, tantric Set the phone in a fan-zine for the the man boy love circuit Society, a stain, plain murderers are worthless [Ill Bill] You know
battles commonplace. Victorious in battle Delivering a fine taste Of what it feels like to be beaten, battered Buggered right up the arse Credited with no value Worthless
see if they can make some donations To sponsor eradication of the lower class citizen If they don?t go on they own we?ll have to end up killing them But
issue dat crack out try to take my crack house, can I suck yo dick, hell nah u junkie bitch, can't touch my work I'll beat cho worthless peace of shit, I'm up
out (yeah) And issue that crack out (yeah) two chicks at my crack house (yeah) Can I suck your dick? Hell nah you junkie bitch Can't touch my work or dick your worthless
by the way I regulate ya' obliterate ya' Erase your obsolete weak cheap data [ED O.G.] It's this hip-hop art I stay true to, crack brew to I fuck your
was nonexistent And at night, I roam these streets with absolutely no purpose (absolutely no purpose) Feeling like I'm worthless (feeling like I'm worthless
we rest one eye up And the drought to find a man when the well dries up You learn to work the water without workin thirst til die YUP And niggas get tied up
crossin me The flossin Boxster Porches be You find out, you lost it B Thoughts of my fifth Drippin niggas like a fucked up faucet be Rap game put in work Crack
got it understood they just gappin while joeys in the hood like madden whoa success is wrapped up checks just rack up everybodys a killer but the deaths dont add up