crisis they knew had to come, why do they act so surprised? you know they've been warned often enough, we wont take any more lies. And this is the crisis
Proud of their pogo sticks, I stay left Along came a spider, sprung and alert, I stay def He makes records with his tongue in the dirt Suffer the dirty earth crisis
chase me You don't innovate because you can't innovate It's not a choice despite what you might tell your boys Keep your identity crisis under the table
forgotten, Boss Man we ain't stopping Bumper unlocking, all the sluts still bopping Damn this shit hurt, with your picture on a shirt Almost lost my damn mind, when they put you in the dirt
with me Y'all can suck my right and left nut with the same slurp Nomore of the fames perks, I'm back in LeGrange hurt Can't work, same dirt I thought
fuckin with me Y'all can suck my right and left nut with the same slurp Nomore of the fames perks, I'm back in LeGrange hurt Can't work, same dirt I thought
For u Ill be out on a search Damn u look good in ya blouse and ya skirts But we got to be careful when we out doin dirt This aint about us its about
wanna fuck up when they questionin you Lecturin you, tryin to get shit up outta you Crucial beatdowns til the bitch come up outta you Cris come up
life is that the universe works i guess to be blessed we have to be cursed first well obviously waiting on honesty hurts worse than arguing over how much the dirt
life is that the universe works I guess to be blessed we have to be cursed first Well obviously waiting on honesty hurts worse Than arguing over how much the dirt
please disperse I know I never should've bought that tease the purse, uhh [Consequence:] But homie that's what happens when your {dick} in the dirt And
My story is untold, but similar to the story... Getting tested by the devil, where the score is refold? The glorious oath, the crisis I'm in, No... for
foo shit When I reflect back and recollect that I was born into the state of walking slumber Taught numbers, realize I'm dirt poor It hurts more now that
read) I'm at the old hotel where we used to inhale my dreams, fly things, this is how we got things I'm twisted like licorice I fiend for the cris(?)
vivere miez e voc'e tanta gent'nun sentimm nient stamm sol i e te vorrei dare al cameriere anche il mio nuovo numero p'to fa ave' vorrei dirti tu non
, I'm a entrepreneur, I'm the heart of the city, I'm a part of the sewers, I'm the honorable diddy, I taste the dirt in my sweat, that's from the Harlem
and stickin Showin me tits like they Janet Drivin a stick is a standard When you sit in the porsche Of Course the wrist is on force I put the Cris' in
