sound. March in the angels for a graceless fall. Cracking foundation of a tortured soul. Up to my neck, outta my head. Up to my neck and out of my head
scene I'm expectin my cream Stand by and I'm reppin for Queens (that's right) My destination is, detonation (say what?) If one verse-out, my mouth could
my mansion, playas still party too I got ice in my mouth, but my name ain't Cube Acting bad in the slab, filling up at Texaco Chop chop twist twist, on my
to back To my people in the world, where the fuck you at? Where my niggaz is at? Where my niggaz is at? Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches
't strappin' the curse nope It's in my head no need for pen and pad See my mothers mind makes me one intelligent lad And um, these good looks elements of my
now I break lots of crews up who cruise up like they got big nuts what I dig up gets big ups and also blow some wigs up get up for the beat down I'm taking
a sunrise. It melted my eyes from my skull. As I turned into ash before my sweet demise, The end of me was so beautiful. Now you're stuck in my head
mental this stress and missile My instrumentals chaperone my wordplay it indents you Walk through panels of horror now I'm a rebel bustin my neck But
the block And I can show you how to take cash and bribe the cops And from the bars to the backyards, alleys and aves Subtracted, divide, add up, tally
the shit on my chain Polo mitts so sick they just stick in you're brain [?] And you could see Fresh livin good enjoyin my health Now we runnin in the bars
real in the hood (all the way) It's just real in the ghetto From my block to your block (my block to your block) From my set to your set (my set to your
like this ever Baby Gangster uptown representer Cuttin' shit up chop you down off top you'll remember I be spinnin the binnin No laughin no grinnin Drop my nuts twerk it up
all the way) It's just real in the ghetto From my block to your block (my block to your block) From my set to your set (my set to your set) It be the
morning, I'd still be up. Could barely see up over the steering wheel, crash the whip, tore a tree up On my way to the dealers trying to re-up, Call
in front of his tripod Choking his own neck, what part you don't get? I'm saying I die hard! [Royce da 5'9":] When you listen to my bars, nothin' but
touch the coke And now that he come up he wanna cut your throat And you gave from the block , put em to your neck Now he givin you a glock puttin it to your neck
