have the world and still have this hate / Give me the music that kills / It's the only thing keeping me / From killing you motherfuckers physically /
rapper in Houston, listen that's a no-brainer And that ain't arrogance, that's confidence I make good music like Kanye, use your common sense [Slim
for the children" Nike make a killin off us, we kill each other, it kills me to see that You take a life for gold, nigga did you really need that? We
on me like I'm the convict What happened to the old school? I thought it was rhyming Doug E. Fresh and Dana Day on the corner like Common Now that ain't common
you that money that you askin fo' Why you think, me and Dame cool, we ask hoes That's why we here your music in fast fo' Cuz we don't wanna here that
everything that you need Money, cars, drugs, hoes Label me a drug dealer for screamin that's the way it goes [Killa Tay] Flavored like Jolly Ranchers, damage common
me and my partner's dicks, or you're gonna Be one black dead nigger bitch Police brutality is common in my neighborhood That's why I hate them motherfuckers
feel ruined inside Somebody tell me what to do, I'm a guy That loves music but I am truly through with the vibe Sometimes I wish it was dead, rather than
the crowd, see painted faces all around me, Movin' to that shit I'm sayin', bouncin' to that bass that's poundin' Y'all know my lyrics, spit that shit
me what to do, I'm a guy That loves music but I am truly through with the vibe Sometimes I wish it was dead, rather than look this stupid alive I found
and my partner's dicks, or you're gonna be one black dead nigger bitch Police brutality is common in my neighborhood That's why I hate them motherfuckers
cowards You say you grind everything But I double the hour Cause I be killer words so deep: dedicated While I work you sleep The rule is: more slumber, no music
say, "We for the children" Nike make a killin' off us, we kill each other, it kills me to see that You take a life for gold, nigga did you really need that
that Then you lied about your pops, he ain't never bust no cap Like Father, Like Son, go ask Busta that I knew from the beginning not to trust those cats I'd kill