You make your claim; required reading, The glazed pork demands more, he thinks it's a feeling, You make your claim, your mind reeling, You're sick on
I'm sitting on this edge and the air seems colder now as the thoughts in my head just go on and on and on like what if I took a step into the clear sky
You are the other side of me Dying from my selfish disease I'd come undone to set you free And give you back integrity When I, can't find, peace of
(feat. Zigg Zagg) [Verse 1: Brotha Lynch] Must be some leakage in my click, some niggas done ran up in my shit Forced to use the fo-fifth, leavin 'em
(feat. Suspicion) [Lynch Talking] About to leave the studio it's 9-11, 2002 Up in here wid my nigga C-O once again Ya know what I'm sayin? And the motherfuckin
(feat. Cos) [Lynch Talking] Art of War nigga, (nigga get in) The art of war, (I know where he at) Dedicated to the niggaz that feel they need to make
Til we run out the school, the school of hard knocks That's real Bout to show you somethin' new, don't worry about it Uh-huh, yeah [Verse 1] Never had
(feat. D-Dubb) [Brotha Lynch Hung talking] Yeah, you got a 'port? (Yeah nigga) You got a light? [Verse 1] Now I started smokin' Newports, ain't that
[Damn nigga what you been doin'?] I'm still walkin' this walk nigga [Uh, heard that shit] So watch out [Verse 1] See you know us nigga, we run up in
I let the meat fry, stress from eating pork I went from me ride to I ride I went from livin it up to writing notes that talk suicide do or die It's been
Whats up man? [Lynch] Whats that? Its that prozac [Lynch] How many - how many milligrams is that? Shit, five hundred. Better watch out for these
while you won't even get to own a spot I'm unconcious sippin' on that sugary Saint I-des Your raps need that Midas touch while mines rhymes It's suicide
chest wid these, heat up ya whole set wid these T-O-E's cause I be offa these O-E's Handin' out these notes please like food stamps I'm givin' niggas
Sicx and X was out wit me So here's my suicide note (come on) Take care of my kids Cuz I ain't coming back for years Here's my suicide note My life is
Yeah, I'm in the dark on these niggas... Okay [Verse 1] Maybe they don't know I'ma, O.E You just a king cobra straight No via satellite, it'd take
who tryna take it there let me know We leave him cryin' like when a kid get a Nintendo Coleone, I'm known to stay high as a kite And shoot notes to X
I be havin' bad dreams about doin' bad things No money, my momma is gone, it's a sad thing And the devil is laughin, if there was such a thing You couldn