gone ran like an athlete on the trac beat and the to pack meat on his back like a back seat you can catch me like a taxi on the back street but god chooses
Yung Ro, Mista Madd Bringing you, some mo' thug ish Yeah, all about this green cheese This for my thugs, feel me on this No, feel us on this ay [50/50
the woods like a birds egg I got the knife now limbs I?m hackin? off Plus I fire techs like layers do Mackintosh Slackin? off ain?t allowed when you?re on
selling 12 step therapies, under the assumption My function's to operate on fear and consumption But, I get daps when I spit my rap With more Pats on
to stop breathin' on paralysis I'm cancerous cold-blooded battlest Pass the fifth, Hen makes me hazardous You're average, no way to challenge this Ravenous scorchin' fire
Fuck the police, I'm mad plus I'm going off that gritty Frank Nitti got a mob down to murder with me Cats want to stick me, believe it or not like Ripley
Showin' love with the thicky Relax your mind and baby bounce with me [Chorus] You could cheef on a leaf in a jeep with me Break it down, make it fat, fire
shit for the real ones Niggaz got real guns, cause they make real funds Hood cats, who only fuck with hood rats Blunt rollin' hoes, holdin' on to daddy
Stretch and Bobbito Spit great balls of fire, intelligent live wire Characters get assassinated by Sire, industry date expire Pull out the ammo and let off on
[Chorus: male singer] This is hood life All my thugs rolling on dubs, living the good life This is hood life Everyday we live our lives, like it's the
in my molars, body slam boas And take flight with the weight of the world on my shoulders And blame David Blaine on any chains that hold us What started
sold crack rock on back blocks Casualties in this apocalypse (street chronicle) abnormal abdominals (push-ups phenomenal) Relaxin drinking my 6-pack maxing faxing my thoughts on
cage. When cats rush you in the public you be like 'do it again'. He's a motherfucking bloodsucker, he can do what he can. El-P On the side of the block
Till the devils and his dogs I fool I'll be the fuckin curse Spit fire more fire with my nigga Fire I backflip blindfolded on a highwire Then fall back on
-D, Blackie Chan, watch me shut it down Incredible, my credit is credibly credible Put hoes up in the track, like heavy metal do Cats act up, I hit 'em
call me Messiah I walk bare foot on hot coles below fire The type to floss the teeth, with barb wire The type to cross the street, in the cross fire Survivor
wire And calling out the frauds like we fucking on fire [Hook] [Chock] Now most chicks get they back blown When I let my act roll Conference on a track
money all night long but that's foul like a nigga eating swan while reading the Qu'ran The fire run game on they brain You cats is dying died her up
