getter, get wit 'er, hit 'er-split 'er Front and back, and if she wit it, straight in the shitter So heidi heidi heidi hydro, pack gats and ammo +Funky Piano
my rum I'm a mad man, I get respect with the Tec Put punks in check, Shug's on the set I'm the one with the game, the twelve round CRACK to the concrete
small tainin' across Wrong game to play, boss Every night's a bug out They shot up every corner where I hung out Some nights I cry to this Even though
out Yeah, smooth it out [piano plays and applause] Nah, we ain't done yet! YEAH! I'm feelin so good right now I'm on top of my game Shout out to all my
back for more Back back back He's equipped with gats And more artillery than what I had before Take explosives Slow act to ask Leave shit stains On the game
Sitting pretty on a Saturday afternoon There were clouds in my mind there were birds in my heart All of the pictures that hung in my room And all of the
drink my rum I'm a mad man, I get respect with the tec Put punks in check, shug's on the set I'm the one with the game, the twelve round Crack to the
've got a hunch what the music meant hunger and night and the stars And hunger not of the belly kind that's banished with bacon and beans But the gnawing hunger
you've a haunch what the music meant . . . hunger and night and the stars. And hunger not of the belly kind, that's banished with bacon and beans, But the gnawing hunger
I knew was her and when I came around love had lingered on my mind she said on the telephone she wished me well. so alive with a spell until I hung