] - I ain't slept in three days! [gunshot] My eyes red! - Somethin' wrong with my head The Mack stashed right under the pillow on my bed! {DAMN! } It'
hustle with my misfit homes And soon you gonna see just how crunk this shit be once we get rich Til then its back to hustlin with my misfits Deep, on
Dick Like It's Delicious And Grant A Pimp Wishes She Dig My Country Talkin' She Say I Sound Funny Embassy Suites Sittin' On The Bed Countin' Money
pussy bushes Eat dick like its delicious, and grant a pimp wishes She dig my country talkin, she say I sound funny Embassy suites sittin on the bed countin
with it like this... Come back with it, ha ha ha ha, nasty ludacris on the track with it, got enough ammo to blow you out of proportion and put a muthafucka on
My Pain My Bricks, My Walls, They Soon Will Go Insane Will I Cave In? Chorus Did You Have To Freeze Out Gardener Ted? It Used To Smell Good From My Flower Bed
plights from ticking I'm slipping my key and whim dim by dirty tap water and that Roach on my ceiling circular fins round a bed of pushpins Let's connect
gene splicing Mach force, blind the extorted style from the common dirty Destiny dream sighting, important as split the prints God shit the planet screaming "What on
the bed pan, left hand numb from the finger to the thumb (right!), right got tubes in it, irony is fun (yaaay!!), at some point early when drunk on electric
bob and weave amalgam played the falcon to your fixture I branch out, arms flailing backwards Wailin upon a tidy sound circuit Slightly foul Gershwin With a bed
Gotti Slanging stones like two smooth, brick homes Caps and loc's, kept my identity unknown Stuck on probation, with my mind on time I put my mind on rhyme, on
I'm a workin' man, layin' bricks or layin' pipe. I don't stand out in a crowd; just look like one of the guys. Little do they know, when I'm alone in bed
on the light You know I have no vacancy And it's awfully cold outside tonight The rain stains the brick a darker red Slowly I'm rolling out of her bed
take it straight back to the bricks Yo Chris, tell em where it is [Chris:] Chillin, cooler den a squeak, kickin dirt on my sneakers Suckers on the corner
ass sunny side up i like my ass sun is risin' on top real fast she'd be ridin' burnin' house down like im andre rison hell yeah, ill suck on titties
they see me on the block I got it for the right price Cause I hustle, watch my hustle} [B.G.:] Whether it's holes on the strip or bricks on the street
for the fact my window opens towards a brick wall for the three legged dog I saw dragged on a leash for the homeless man who walks my block in rainstorms with plastic bags on
