she lights a cigarette She curses habit And forgets to leave suspicions in her bed But we all know How this song goes And I saw something That I could
flag we counted eleven, All that now remain of a hundred young men... One is for the reaper Waiting for his harvest of life. And the sum of the golden times In all
flurries motherfucker) snowman in full effect so play the odds out till April the tapes will grow so we can by posters and staples i bet that kid Slug
Conico Vision Y'all need to listen, it's journalistic Y'all hear the whispers "Niggas in The Firm is twisted." Spit that fly shit that earn the bitches Whip the chrome six
Me and the crew, prank jewelers, we somethin' to view Beyond live, we leave all that stuntin' to you Did the swish shit, and all the mistress Niggas wives
wickedness! What I discovered within this shadow-haunted volume was a terrifying axiom so inestimably terrible in its magnitude that it would shatter all
I'm flyer then fly, I'm flashy and fresh. Drivin something that look like I wrote NASA a cheque. You remain in the struggle, but you claim that you hustle
is right. Five drunk niggers from my left to my right, And maybe you hope that I'm with tonight. But it's all right. Yo! It's all right. So Dave my grip
car And pay for the gas that we're takin' from the war I'd miss all the colorful faces, the places, and spaces I've embraced with The faith that I can
guns witcha If your a busta niggas gone have fun witcha So nigga don't get me wrong, my niggas Swang them thangs, bang some brains Slangin' yayo, it all remains
by sound knocking like thunder, flossing my 2000 Hummer Now all the freaks that use to high side, want me to dig out they womb And all them suckers that
I'm able And that's all that matters So if I told you something shorty I'm taking that back Cause I'm just too young to get down like that So... [Repeat
a flash Hoping to smash his feelings and the hope that he had The dopest in rap, but couldn't never focus on that Was too distracted by the smoke that
a little baby on the Appalachian Trail At six months old he'd done three months in jail Here at the bank in his diapers and his little bare baby feet All
down with verbal smacks, bustin gats, jiggin nines in yo' backs I don't play that, my silver spoon was bent way back Hate to say that, but that's the
blow your miiiinnnd (blow your miiiinnnd) Keep it movin like this, keep it movin like that If I die, I'ma only come back Yo, I'm saying if you think that
Are just some of the many products that oil can make The largest consumer is the United States Using twenty-five percent of all petroleum made Half of that
too Runnin outside, cryin, lyin, denyin that you ain't The Gay Rapper, but you got fucked by him What's the difference? Y'all niggaz still ain't in