] Listen up, listen up kid Listen up, check the word Listen up, listen up, listen up kid Listen up, check the word Listen up, listen up, listen up kid
my clutch, catch the groove, just too smooth Basket case, giving you a taste [CHORUS: (all) Saukrates {Choclair}] (Tell em that it's alright) The East all up
up an eardrum, don't wait for the cap Sip a third of lager, extract the waste Tell me tell me tell me, can you get a case? Never oops honey, dope not
shit will never 187 Never go to heaven and fuck that reverend All day whenever and Feel like givin' up, mind starts blowin' up Some old wicked shit, once again I'm throwin' up
of the task with masking tape And the victim's penis up his ass, a basket case And they ask him to clean up his act, you bastards wasting too much time
motherfucking basket case so when my nine goes pop boy you better shit and get your ass up off the pot (fuck 'em up) listen to my glock click now raise up
to attack... [Lil Fame] Bring it back, yo I'm tired of you herbs Gettin on my nerves Pretendin to be drug dealers, and killers You fold up, hold up,
he a hoe If he fucked up your car, he a hoe She a hoe, she a hoe, she a hoe, she a hoe If she tear up your Bentley she a hoe [Redd] I ain't never been
flows just because the gangstas know Its been a long hard road and I had a way to go When I was young I was labled as a basket case And every one walked
us that they can't hold us Niggaz ain't shit 'till they pass away so I, watched my step but when Ola Mae left I was a mothafucking basket case for real
me here I'm talkin' big hockey bags dragged back and forth Bring it down south and get more from back up north So I can stack up more, no matter attack
bone no doubt about it Sometimes I give myself the creeps, Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me, It all keeps adding up, I think I'm cracking up! Am
Listen, I'ma hundred percent hussla from my face to my feet My lifetime cases the street, my dime places the street Until I wake and see another fuckin
the task with masking tape And the victim's penis up his ass, a basket case And they ask him to clean up his act, you bastards wastin' Too much time,
bone No doubt about it Sometimes I give myself the creeps Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me It all keeps adding up I think I'm cracking up
of the task With masking tape and the victim's penis up his ass, a basket case And they ask him to clean up his act You bastards wasting too much time
-S, I suggest You try but don't cry, 'cause the wicked shit'll never die Once again I ressurected niggaz unexpected A closed casket when I leaped out and blasted a basket Case
Varum, you know? You could run it, and I could be the headliner. [Fred Casely] - Get off. [Roxie Hart] - What's the idea? [Fred Casely] Wake up, kiddo
