't knowing she's a tramp and a slut and all that shit Every chance you get you trying to call that bitch Quite a few niggas got the pussy But every time
a tad misguided All she need is a little affection, a lot of direction A nigga wit a constant erection And I done wasted plenty time contemplating second guessing Procrastinating, I wanna buy a
to kill off each other We're dyin at a pace as if we're in a race The President sendin our money to space Our very short lives and a very long strive
kick ass, the first thing I put on is the mask Speaking of masked men, it ain't to late to have a change of pace and take it off and show my face so
hard to know If I had caught this months ago I could have paced myself Saved myself from this disease It's killing me faster With every single second
a change of pace To see some different faces I need to get away I need a break from u I need a break for me Gimme a break from here Somewhere that I
that she a selfish she dont hide it though she may have been a tad misguided all she need is a little affection a lot a direction a nigga with a constant
hyper I hit this beat, just like a sniper Shooting, aiming at a target I never miss them, call me a Sargeant A Corporal, a General, a higher rank My
she may have been a tad misguided All she need is a little affection, a lot of direction A nigga wit a constant erection And I done wasted plenty time contemplating second
niggaz thuggin even bitches thinkin they sick So nigga basically the world is a ghetto Play a nigga out his scratch, he gon' be twirled in a meadow I
ILLEST LYRICALLY!!! I procured a small piece of the treasure Collections from a former era datin' back to forever The warrior became protector; take a
tocks Didn't you ever wonder why? I hear the seconds as a perfect space Pushed together in relentless pace The beat of a moment passing by And every face
breaks in every line. You say you paint a picture in my mind. I'm paying attention to detail, And searching for any trace of ideas... You tell a tale
a nigga feel like he doing something The pussy so good have you through with money But you ain't knowing she's a tramp and a slut and all That shit Every
to the winds (We're) covering a multitude of sins Further afield, is our fate sealed? Agent of change Where are you, come to rearrange Return to grace, a