got tattoos as well as lead marks To me fucking is kinda like racin and I always get a head start My opinion of a sweet dream is a dead NARC Just yesterday
in your life of fame And you wanna do ya tha-ang-ang [Grime:] I got hoes to shake and doughs to make Niggaz act up and I've got bones to break I'm supposed
van yo Chilling with niggas who real Who respect real Big us get your wig touched crib rushed Record and command Slam jams for my mans Puff trees Tuck
doors, the doors, we've splintered, we've opened, the doors, the doors. mans search for meaning is more than living, but understanding why. mans search
him in person you just heard about them tracks he be mirkin Bout them hoes I be workin like one up for the piimp Got a yellow bone bitch Rollin weed
the river Styx to pay for his ride Saudi businessmen from terrorin era American summer homes While W lay nude in the coffin for Skull and Bones Unatoned
my fingers for dead, told 'em "I ain't have nothing to do with the writing" I hold you down when you be squeezing that lead Shopping sprees, with my mans
I take niggas out like abortion Punk You know me as the Rock, or Alcatraz The Bummy Jab, out to smash and kick a bone out your ass You don't have to
day I go to my mans crib Caucasions out there, of course where us black folk live This girl came to the door, now baby bad to the bone Say he went to
crashing it Nature: yo doggystyle was my favorite position, until I switched shit dead shit, got on some hed shit doggystyle was my favorite position, until I switched shit dead
it right Do it right ya'll, keep it tight ya'll, do it right ya'll, just do it [Shabaam Sahdeeq] Blood on they hands, blood on my mans Destroying the
Just a lick of your ice cream cone I know what you say Pappas in bed well hey hey hey I know what she want A judo hold on a black mans bones I know what
us caged in Ways spinnin' like Mike Bivens from New Edition aging (I gotta... When the block is hot) I got families I'm feeding 'cause my mans is bleeding
[Monoxide Child] First I plan my escape. Nothin on papes and live the scene without a trace. I'm lookin dead in her face. But she dont see me Im unoticed
my head like years ago woah wo woah wo woah wo. Verse 2 Sticks an stones break bones but what i say'll hurt you worse, leavin you feelin dead an buried
deep in your flesh meat I'm foul with this, street analysis Need to politic every twenty four More money, money mo' One mans poison is anotha mans sweetness
sure Cause he's come to depend On a street with a dead end And he'll sell you his best friend, so he can score Boys and girls come out to play The junk mans
familiar spirits In the ashes of eden Where the sky has been eaten The keys to the kingdom are made from skeleton bones The dead mans teeth look like