power grab or at a show bitching about a time slot. We all gotta be heard and it's all the same, No one has interesting to say. Say "Fuck tomorrow!"
of spoiled little rich kids who need to get their asses kicked fucking ingrates! fukcing pussies!! Born against are fucking dead dead dead born against are fucking dead
spoiled little rich kids who need to get their asses kicked fucking ingrates! fukcing pussies!! Born against are fucking dead dead dead born against are fucking dead
grab or at a show bitching about a time slot. We all gotta be heard and it's all the same, No one has interesting to say. Say "Fuck tomorrow!" Stop
] Really, Get smacked silly, you get smacked silly Fucking with these niggas from the, what you gonna do When you ready, shit I was born ready, And I
'll make you regret what you are You'll never walk again, You'll never walk again By tonight, you'll wish you weren't born You'll be dead inside We're
first, it's on again In the shoe son Mo' stash son At least pretend he born away This Outlawz, thug don't see Fuck around you when I see Your family,
amending death These words are not tools of communication They are shards of metal Dropped from eight story windows They are waterfalls and gas leaks
(It never ends) I lose again and again My life is a hole filled with dark misery The pain never ends, it just builds up inside Like a ticking time bomb
t control being lazy. the days of my life are blending into one. i've worn out every option, i'm not having any fun. the games are all the same, the shows so fucking
that ass, boy you know who we is! (Bone, Bone, Bone!) My homies the greatest! I roll with the best, see? Who in the fuck wanna test these niggas from
play, the hardest representin' the Bay I fuck free puffin' trees inside me luxury way Y'all ain't tellin' me shit I'm tryna fuck celebrity chicks Yo
me fuck somebody up (Yo, you, you and you) If ya keep on doin the things ya dooooo (That's right, everybody) You gonna make me fuck somebody up (I mean
[promo version "Fuck Somebody Up" had slightly different with "Fuck" instead of "Spark"] [Intro: Buddha Monk, (computerized deep voice), ] (all hip
skin is the streets of New York My arms and legs are its fucked up bridges The subways are the worms that come through my corpse Liberty, my bitch, fucking
fined a hundred-thou Heh them cats are ill, 5 times a half a mil Wars to play, like a bumper sticker smack a grill Paul Wall cap a grill but them cats are
. Fifth, hold on, turn the beat off. I had to turn the beat off for this. You talkin' bout you a 80s baby, you 37 years old. You was born in 1968,
